Grandma | Grandma
Aug.28.2012
When I go from tuning a Steinway Grand to an old beat-up spinet, I get the aural bends. While I’m in this frame of mind, people should never make the mistake of asking what I think of these little mutants because I am no longer tactful. I don't care at all how emotionally attached a person is...
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May.12.2012
Awakened today to the sound of Son Guy on the telephone, talking to some guy named John. Several weeks ago, Guy acquired a laptop, but he had no way to activate it. Last night, using the charger from our camera, he thought he could make it work. "John" called Guy immediately he...
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Feb.24.2012
Evelyn Belanger
Grandma
August 21, 1907
to
February 10, 2012
The things she must have seen; all that she must have known...
"All those moments lost in time like tears in the rain..."
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Dec.22.2011
For too many years to count, my Granny Elsa cooked immense, mouthwatering Sunday and holiday meals for hordes of relatives and friends in her dollhouse-sized kitchen and hillside kiln. Overflowing pots and pans filled every surface. If you didn’t fill your plate or finish eating mounds of food...
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Aug.03.2010
My earliest memory is a fish story, and as it is part of my next memoir, I’ll just hint at it here:
When Daddy went off to the war in Ohio and Mommy took over his job at the post office, my grandma drew the short straw. Left at home with a three-year-old to entertain, she had to be resourceful....
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May.21.2010
I lost my grandmother yesterday. I will miss her for the rest of my life. My grandma had the most beautiful soul anyone could ever imagine. She was the kindest, most gentle-hearted woman in the entire world. Grandma loved birds. She loved to hear them chirp and to see them...
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Sep.13.2009
The Commitment to Write I will not write about the forthcoming stages of this book's process and it is likely the full story will not be realized for many years, but the following is a short record of the process of beginning. This blog is my commitment.
My grandmother wants me to write about...
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Aug.14.2009
Post of the Week Award: https://twitter.com/redroomdotcom/status/3963545011
This sunny new day in Mexico City, I woke up dreaming of ancestral vilage squares, grandma's farm lands and drum beats from Igbo landscapes of home and inspiration. Perhaps, it's because my grandma Mercy Josaiah...
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Jul.15.2009
I’m straying from the subjects of reading and writing and critiquing this morning. Please indulge me these few nostalgic moments as I’ve thought about my grandmother often of late. I don’t know whether it’s because I’m in my sixties now and the grandmother of five, or because my body’s changing....
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Jun.24.2008
This was the poem that I wrote for my Grandmother, Foy Bragg, before she passed away from lung cancer in 2006. Basically, this poem became her eulogy at her funeral--easily one of my best pieces.
I miss her a lot.
If you smoke--fucking quit already--there are people who love you and don't want to...
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