tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post2662979683232528040..comments2024-02-21T14:12:55.866-06:00Comments on coming home to myself: Time PassesDeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-83979967206005748582012-08-24T06:55:24.445-05:002012-08-24T06:55:24.445-05:00Dear Heudrun, I do think you are right in your ass...Dear Heudrun, I do think you are right in your assessment. I was love, not less, but differently. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-5800747803719089802012-08-24T06:54:22.831-05:002012-08-24T06:54:22.831-05:00Dear Debra, thank you for all these gracious thoug...Dear Debra, thank you for all these gracious thoughts abut that little girl. I find myself embracing her when I think back on those years. And I admire her tenacity. She had a real sense of survival. At least that's what the three psychiatrists I've gone throughout a number of years have told me. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-21878289629551735052012-08-21T15:49:28.369-05:002012-08-21T15:49:28.369-05:00You describe so well your childhood and your own v...You describe so well your childhood and your own version of how it seemed. You were too young to realize you were the first born and that puts you in a place in the family. And you were a girl. The baby was the boy. But I do not think you were less loved just differently. you also sought to verify your version of how it was for you be finding the clues to ensure to yourself that it was so.<br />Adults often fail to notice how children find their way and form their conclusions.Heidrun Khokhar, KleinsteMottehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16174142810114806410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-37414565707138765742012-08-04T11:08:46.211-05:002012-08-04T11:08:46.211-05:00Dear Kim, thank you for pointing at that I came to...Dear Kim, thank you for pointing at that I came to understand time when "confronted with reality of limited time on earth." Never before have I thought of that, or realized it. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-20631893795461647272012-08-04T10:34:08.526-05:002012-08-04T10:34:08.526-05:00There's something symbolic about learning to t...There's something symbolic about learning to tell time, isn't there? It just seems to be so much more than "just" understanding what a clock represents. And to come to such an understanding at a time when one is also confronted with reality of limited time on this earth is profound!KimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05154456095628728984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-8262569042126344412012-08-01T09:15:46.960-05:002012-08-01T09:15:46.960-05:00Dear Debra, I think you're right about how har...Dear Debra, I think you're right about how hard I was concentrating on the clock so as to avoid being present to the pain of Grandpa's death. I tell you, Debra, I can still truly remember the moment of realizing I knew what time it was. I felt like the world opened up before me! Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-50039088669212861062012-08-01T01:57:11.183-05:002012-08-01T01:57:11.183-05:00There is indeed something special in you! I think ...There is indeed something special in you! I think your mother correctly identified your great strength and understood that you had resilience and abilities that weren't common, but she erred in not still seeing the little child in you. You were perhaps a bit of a challenge to her own abilities...you were "adult" in so many ways, but you weren't a little adult, just a little girl. The memory of your grandfather's death is touching and painful. I find the story of "the clock" just amazing, but I don't ever forget the power of the mind, and your concentration on that, rather than being fully present in the pain of being overlooked, undoubtedly created a powerful impact. I think at that time you probably also began to realize that your ability to learn was going to open doors for you...and you're still learning all the time! You learn, and you teach! I so admire your perspectives, Dee! Blessings, DebraAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-23096737219627643082012-07-31T07:50:50.715-05:002012-07-31T07:50:50.715-05:00Dear Manzi, so good to hear from you. I've bee...Dear Manzi, so good to hear from you. I've been going to your blog on a regular basis to see if you've posted anything new and I've wondered if you'd settled in your new place and had decided that you were no longer going to blog. I hope all is well. Take care of yourself and the land. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-29778749856062061082012-07-31T06:50:27.449-05:002012-07-31T06:50:27.449-05:00Dear Dee, You write with such feeling about "...Dear Dee, You write with such feeling about "Midwest Nice." Too bad those times have disappeared in all but secluded pockets around the globe. I have returned to my own pocket of "nice" and when I get all settled in I will return to posting and the exchanging of communications with those new friends I now love.<br />Until that time, I'll be peeping in, from time to time.<br />Love from ManziManzanitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06467261212623663365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-47547407267857291642012-07-30T08:49:13.200-05:002012-07-30T08:49:13.200-05:00Dear Lee, thank you for your kind words. And yes, ...Dear Lee, thank you for your kind words. And yes, as we grow older death becomes a part of life. Almost a friend. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-89737158575187133772012-07-30T08:48:22.656-05:002012-07-30T08:48:22.656-05:00Dear Emily, yes, smaller and smaller. I just reall...Dear Emily, yes, smaller and smaller. I just really wanted to disappear. I can remember that so well and it's been seventy years! Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-8022904572534045432012-07-29T09:21:58.583-05:002012-07-29T09:21:58.583-05:00Fortunately as a child I didn't have to deal w...Fortunately as a child I didn't have to deal with the deaths of many who were close to me. I never could totally comprehend the sadness and the concept of death in those younger days, but as life went on those things became a part of life.<br /><br />Well told memories.<br /><br /><br />Lee<br /><a href="http://wrotebyrote.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Wrote By Rote</a>Arlee Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11663942782929929334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-57601610701744656062012-07-28T15:23:42.880-05:002012-07-28T15:23:42.880-05:00Oh. Oh, so beautifully heart-wrenching. There'...Oh. Oh, so beautifully heart-wrenching. There's so much tenderness in your descriptions, and pain. I could feel you trying to make yourself smaller and smaller, all while your heart and mind were so large and lovely and expanding.Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16644613647401437326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-61268198692226730542012-07-28T09:48:13.282-05:002012-07-28T09:48:13.282-05:00Dear Kate, I'm not at all sure about the answe...Dear Kate, I'm not at all sure about the answer to your question. But I think that perhaps "different" is correct. Mom had certainly showed great devotion to me during the first five years of my life when my asthma was so bad. And I've written in a September 2011 blog why I think she moved with Dad to Parsons. <br /><br />So perhaps "different" is right. Many years later, many, many, I learned that she believed I had great strength and that I could get by without my family for a year and that she didn't need to show me as much affection as she showed my brother because of my great strength. I'm not at all sure she was right about that. But that's what she said. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-51302069425512400182012-07-28T09:44:42.614-05:002012-07-28T09:44:42.614-05:00Dear Rita, you have put into words but I wasn'...Dear Rita, you have put into words but I wasn't able to explain: why I have such detailed and vivid memories of those times. Thank you. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-72336415072848697982012-07-28T09:44:01.037-05:002012-07-28T09:44:01.037-05:00Dear Deanna, thank you for stopping now that the w...Dear Deanna, thank you for stopping now that the wedding has been celebrated. So good to hear from you! Yes, I do remember much of the detail of that happening. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-31617946387839225882012-07-28T09:01:19.231-05:002012-07-28T09:01:19.231-05:00A profound piece, Dee. And so sad. But so clever o...A profound piece, Dee. And so sad. But so clever of your to discover time.<br /><br />I wonder if you could settle something for me: it is about the love between mothers and sons. I have, as you know, one of each. Is it possible that your mother's love was not less, but different?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-61537169596138797952012-07-27T21:38:35.575-05:002012-07-27T21:38:35.575-05:00Beautiful, touching, poignant memory, Dee, express...Beautiful, touching, poignant memory, Dee, expressed in fine detail. You learned at such a young age that life can change in a moment, so you learned to pay great attention to it. Strange and wondrous how we are each formed by happenstance and events, whim and whimsy, pain and delights. Loved this! :)Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02043285884495492598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-67340430966028709392012-07-27T20:45:02.131-05:002012-07-27T20:45:02.131-05:00Oh, Dee. It is amazing the way certain details com...Oh, Dee. It is amazing the way certain details come sharply into focus at such an intense time. Only you can give this particular moment its fullness of impressions, as they came to you. Amazing about learning to tell time right then. Thank you for creating the scene for your readers.deannahttp://deannahershiser.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-733353061996170792012-07-27T09:26:25.977-05:002012-07-27T09:26:25.977-05:00Dear Kari, thank you for your kind words. Both my ...Dear Kari, thank you for your kind words. Both my brother and I seem to be able to remember with vivid detail many things that we've experienced. And I think that probably as a child I was wounded by the seeming abandonment and so was extra sensitive to what was happening to me at all times. For me, I think there was a great need to hoard my memories so as to examine them. Only as time has passed and I've learned about the exigencies of life have I come to understand much of this from my parents point of view. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-87125444171045504322012-07-27T09:21:57.492-05:002012-07-27T09:21:57.492-05:00Dear Mimi, I knew that your husband was ill, but n...Dear Mimi, I knew that your husband was ill, but not dying. I have no words that can truly comfort you except to hope that the memories of your life together will bring you comfort in this dark time. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-60993610484204945632012-07-26T21:53:17.351-05:002012-07-26T21:53:17.351-05:00I originally felt bad that I have waited so long t...I originally felt bad that I have waited so long to read this most recent post. (I wait to read yours until I have enough time to truly focus on them and compose a coherent response because your writing is so deep and layered.) But I know now that I was meant to read this today, after receiving the most recent issue of The Sun magazine where there is an interview with Gabor Mate about childhood and its importance to us as we age. Your childhood recollections are so vivid and timely and timeless that they speak to your readers more than you know. I love that you came to the realization of how time works as you sat there behind the clothesline and there is an impressive lesson here that blows me away. Thank you for sharing this.kariohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10150537989886423212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-1759295835520187442012-07-26T20:10:36.330-05:002012-07-26T20:10:36.330-05:00A very cool story. Enjoying (believe it or not) re...A very cool story. Enjoying (believe it or not) reading about people processing the death of a loved one, as my beloved husband just died a week ago. How wonderful that you taught yourself to tell time. And yes, as a bereaved person, i find it fascinating how many people expect me to comfort THEM. And I do.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://mimitabby.com/blog" rel="nofollow">Mimi Torchia Boothby Watercolors</a>Mimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16062266088887216663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-80092552815058663252012-07-25T17:21:02.811-05:002012-07-25T17:21:02.811-05:00Dear Sandi, I've always had a wonderful memory...Dear Sandi, I've always had a wonderful memory. That's been both a blessing and a curse in that often I've remembered only the negative things that happened. But now, in remembering them as I do this on-line memoir I'm coming to great peace about everyone who's touched my life and whose life I've touched. This blog is being such a blessing in my life. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-12276734171669301782012-07-25T17:19:27.655-05:002012-07-25T17:19:27.655-05:00Dear Arkansas Patti, some fifty or more years afte...Dear Arkansas Patti, some fifty or more years after this happened, I was visiting a psychic and she felt the presence of my mother. What the psychic--who knew nothing about me--said convinced me that Mom was there. And the psychic related Mom's words to me which were "Dolores, I knew what strength you had within you. That's why I was able to let you go at times." <br /><br />And whether Mom truly spoke through the psychic or not, those words ring true for me. I think my Mom did consider me to have a strength that saw me through some difficult times. But oh, I have to admit, that I wish sometimes she would have simply hugged me and told me this. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.com