tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970111941968077431.post5466722833616101874..comments2024-03-16T08:31:08.514-07:00Comments on Welcome Words: Missing PeopleMartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366449267039641100noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970111941968077431.post-3108614470922016702014-02-19T06:49:59.634-08:002014-02-19T06:49:59.634-08:00Welcome, fellow teacher!Welcome, fellow teacher!Martyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02366449267039641100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970111941968077431.post-7164187178253827282014-02-18T16:59:39.825-08:002014-02-18T16:59:39.825-08:00Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my post. ...Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my post. It's always great to find new friends - and I already feel a connection as I was a teacher, too!<br />I so agree with your conversation #23. I face that with my dad, who is still with us physically, but the man he was is lost to me now. It is so sad to see him decline. Dreaminghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02113432418609414054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970111941968077431.post-36613743141711441062014-02-17T09:24:37.389-08:002014-02-17T09:24:37.389-08:00How nice to hear from you, Mitchell.
What an effi...How nice to hear from you, Mitchell. <br />What an efficient family - you can receive the news two ways, orally and visually. Martyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02366449267039641100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970111941968077431.post-46472814864947534212014-02-17T07:19:06.587-08:002014-02-17T07:19:06.587-08:00What a great photo! I try so hard to not dwell on ...What a great photo! I try so hard to not dwell on the losses and missed opportunities, but it's not easy. I just don't want to become like my mother who has been telling me who's now dead ... for the past 50 years; and my learning disabled brother who gives the "thumbs down" whenever I mention the name of someone who's no longer living (which is oddly funny).Moving with Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12954028272162285597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970111941968077431.post-20906473822796729302014-02-17T05:18:41.333-08:002014-02-17T05:18:41.333-08:00I just finished uploading some pictures, and I, to...I just finished uploading some pictures, and I, too, have been looking back. Is it this weather??Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970111941968077431.post-72674530294336639352014-02-16T10:37:31.673-08:002014-02-16T10:37:31.673-08:00Maybe because I lived them, but my memories don...Maybe because I lived them, but my memories don't seem as fraught with history as the ones I think I could have gained from my predecessors. I'm not sure what pithy stories I have to offer if anyone should ask!Martyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02366449267039641100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970111941968077431.post-67159868641118904672014-02-16T10:15:59.598-08:002014-02-16T10:15:59.598-08:00I feel the same way. When I smartened up and wante...I feel the same way. When I smartened up and wanted conversations with my Dad, many of his memories had faded or become garbled. Now there are many things I wished I'd had a conversation about. My Dad died at age 95.Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17996243850279671523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970111941968077431.post-17049179825219708002014-02-16T08:07:20.704-08:002014-02-16T08:07:20.704-08:00Oh, Marty, we must all be contemplating legacies, ...Oh, Marty, we must all be contemplating legacies, this seems to be an occasional theme of late. When I was in my thirties I came up with a way to keep my grandmother "involved." She was old, frail, reclusive. I would ask her some idle thing about her childhood, and she would go on and on, with no further help from me. I remember some of those stories now, in their entirety. I tried the technique with my mother, but don't remember her stories as much. And yes, how I regret all the relatives I skipped over. But now it seems the same to me, in reverse. Youngsters don't seek me out for a story, but for a ride to their destination. Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.com