Saturday, August 2, 2008

On the run in 1952




That's him, number 88 :>)
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2 comments:

Mara said...

This is such a catharsis for you - this thinking and writing and thinking some more.

We are at that time in our lives where what is important is to treasure how we got here as well as who we are - and I'm so proud of you for starting this process in this concrete way.

These pictures are so amazing - that they exist - that you have them - all of it.

I have some oil paintings of myself and my two sisters that were done when we were 16, 13 and 8. [I am the 13] This would've been in 1961.

They hung on the wall of our dining room along with one of my mother [not of my father, interestingly enough]

When my mother died in 1967 and my father remarried, off the wall they came - to be stored in the basement. After my father died in 2003 and his wife sold the house and moved to a condo, she sent me mine, and my older sister the one of herself and baby sister, who had died in 2000.

I spoke of this to my sister and said I would like to see them hung together - which is what was intended. Unbelievely she agreed [since she had every other damn thing from this life before death]

She told me not to tell the "wife" that I had the one of baby sister - what did it matter to her, i ask you? but i digress.

I recently took them out of their careful wrappings and hung them together at last.. .16, 13 and 8.

Yes - just as they need to be.

August 2, 2008 at 12:18 PM
Joann said...

I'm SO glad you scanned those pix and shared them with us. The very idea that sheep were grazing in Golden Gate Park back then is fantastic.

Mara: Love your name. My granddaughter, Jewel, was supposed to be a Mara. My daughter called her bulge "Mara" for months. Then when Jewel arrived, it wasn't quite right. They paused for about three days, and she ended up being Julianna Eden. I love those names too.

Keep reminicing. I love reading these stories. They bring things back to me too. I started school in a one-room schoolhouse. I loved the beginning of school because I would get three new dresses and usually a new coat for winter. I also liked school because it was a great refuge from a very troubled homelife. No one beat you at school. That made school safe. Guess that's why I made school a life-long effort. I've either been involved in education as a student or a staff/teaching position all my adult life. I'm the only person I know that can't wait to turn 62, because then I can go to college for free. Best deal Georgia has going. You only have to pay for your books. I want to take art classes and all kinds of things. It'd be cool to live to be 62 as well!

Keep writing. It's a wonderful thing to be able to share in these memories. I love reading them.

August 2, 2008 at 9:56 PM

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