I do not want to write about politics today. I don’t want to think about the ugliness of Trump or the fact that so many Americans support him. I want to write and think about something beautiful.
Your shared memories create a physical reaction, pulling at my heart, leaving me yearning for those who have passed. I think the memories and the longing are more powerful these days because so much is unsettled.
I could literally see you sitting in that car, hand on chin, while the beautiful fall colors going by set off your recollections of precious memories. Thank you for sharing them with us. I drank in every word, so powerful were your descriptions. Thank you, again, Eddie, for being on Substack; all who have subscribed are lucky indeed!
Remembering beauty and giving myself a nature ‘time-out’ are essential emotional health skills for me. We’ve just returned from my family summer time out on the Islands in Lake Champagne. I love that the cell signals and satellite wifi are mercurous at best.
Simply beautiful, indeed, Mr. Glaude. Thank you for introducing us to your great grandmother and inviting us into her kitchen, your old neighborhood, and to a simple moment of time that delivers evidence to the belief that we are all one another.
Yes, you took me there today! I would go to visit Grandma Ida and Grandpa Wil in Alabama for the summer. My grandma would make the most delicious tea cakes or sugar cookies! Everything was done with love! You made my day.
Such beautiful memories! And sorghum syrup - is there anything better? Plus I had to smile because my family called them “ice potatoes”, too. Your descriptive sharing brought back my memories,too! Thanks!
Gosh, Eddie...thanks for such a beautiful piece of writing (and thanks for giving us all a break from the ugliness of the ongoing campaign). This made me remember some of the times I spent down in Florida at my grandma's house that I had forgotten, and also made me sad that all of my grandparents died so young that I never got to know them from the perspective of anything other than that of a small child. I remember sitting in the kitchen table as my grandma made her famous sausage gravy and biscuits, and she poured us both black coffees while we ate it, her smoking her Marlboro Lights the whole time. ;-)
Your shared memories create a physical reaction, pulling at my heart, leaving me yearning for those who have passed. I think the memories and the longing are more powerful these days because so much is unsettled.
Same here...all of it.
I could literally see you sitting in that car, hand on chin, while the beautiful fall colors going by set off your recollections of precious memories. Thank you for sharing them with us. I drank in every word, so powerful were your descriptions. Thank you, again, Eddie, for being on Substack; all who have subscribed are lucky indeed!
It was so nice to hear your sweet memories. Thank you!
Beautiful indeed!
Remembering beauty and giving myself a nature ‘time-out’ are essential emotional health skills for me. We’ve just returned from my family summer time out on the Islands in Lake Champagne. I love that the cell signals and satellite wifi are mercurous at best.
Simply beautiful, indeed, Mr. Glaude. Thank you for introducing us to your great grandmother and inviting us into her kitchen, your old neighborhood, and to a simple moment of time that delivers evidence to the belief that we are all one another.
Good afternoon Dr. Glaude,
Yes, you took me there today! I would go to visit Grandma Ida and Grandpa Wil in Alabama for the summer. My grandma would make the most delicious tea cakes or sugar cookies! Everything was done with love! You made my day.
What a beautiful lady! Thank you for sharing these memories. I’m glad they made you smile. ❤️
Beautiful.
Such beautiful memories! And sorghum syrup - is there anything better? Plus I had to smile because my family called them “ice potatoes”, too. Your descriptive sharing brought back my memories,too! Thanks!
I love that you were in my hometown! I hope Saratoga was good to you.
Gosh, Eddie...thanks for such a beautiful piece of writing (and thanks for giving us all a break from the ugliness of the ongoing campaign). This made me remember some of the times I spent down in Florida at my grandma's house that I had forgotten, and also made me sad that all of my grandparents died so young that I never got to know them from the perspective of anything other than that of a small child. I remember sitting in the kitchen table as my grandma made her famous sausage gravy and biscuits, and she poured us both black coffees while we ate it, her smoking her Marlboro Lights the whole time. ;-)