Tag Archives: memories

who he was.

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i remember my dad standing right here 

when i was 2 years old

 we lived in chicago

 he was so young

just starting out in his career

i remember the bar in our basement 

climbing up into the stools

the candle wrapped in netting

the straw hats on the wall

and i remember 

he loved to be the life of the party. 

“it doesn’t matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.”

-anne sexton

happy father’s day to all 

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sugar skulls.

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today our kinders

learned  a beautiful lesson

about a lovely tradition

honoring those who we have loved and lost

and now continue to remember

on this very special holiday each year

and onward.

“the core belief of the Day of the Dead is so poetic and simple: as long as we remember those who have passed away, as long as we tell their stories, sing their songs, tell their jokes, cook their favorite meals, then they are with us, around us, and in our hearts.

-jorge r. guiterrez

The Art of the Book of Life, Introduction 
(Dia de los Muertos – Day of the Dead)

this post is dedicated to little hazen

forever 5

 who left us on this day

much loved

 lost much too soon

and always remembered.

memorials.

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“welcome and be my guest”

just a sampling of memorials found all over the parks

on benches, stones, trees and shelters

each very personal 

and

each incredibly touching

“in memory of her college days here…”

“remember the things that make you glad.”

“to celebrate the joy he found in the outdoors and his pleasure in sharing it with others.” (for the creator of the ann arbor public schools outdoor education program)

shelter to rest and enjoy the beauty –

dedicated to a young woman who loved to be in nature

and left the world way too early.

“her generosity has ensured that ann arbor will remain a city of trees.”

“only when you drink from the river of silence shall you sing, and when you reach the mountain top you shall begin to climb, and when the earth shall claim your limbs, then you shall truly dance.”

“placed in honor by his park employees”

“a guiding light to all who knew her.”

“he loved to walk here.”

“a caring and generous man…”

darya lin

died on september 11, 2001 in nyc

in loving memory

“every memorial in its time has a different goal.”

-maya lin

sculptor and architect 

designer of  the Vietnam Veterans’ Memorial in Washington, D.C.

knowing mom.

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early mother’s day surprise movie present

 courtesy of

my daughters

who remember prince and his music

as a part of their days

growing up with me

and 

we 

watched him on the big screen

and

sang and danced

with 1,000 other people 

of all ages

who remembered him too

and we even

smuggled in food

in a big purse

just like the days 

when we didn’t have a lot of money

but we did have

a lot of dollar movies

a lot of music

and

a whole lot of love.

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happy mother’s day to all who mother

and to those who really know their mothers.

what’s on the desk in your writing hut?

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chocwrapper2275wide_1_a57c8444a65ba339_733_413on the desk in roald dahl’s writing hut, right next to the chair where he sat to write many of his famous stories – including charlie and the chocolate factory – there is a collection of strange and wonderful items, some of which are particularly curious. 

one of these is what appears to be a cannonball. it’s grey and fits into the palm of one hand. it looks like it would be quite heavy. it’s not a cannonball, though. it’s actually chocolate wrappers. hundreds and hundreds of silver foil wrappers that were originally used to keep a chocolate bar nice and fresh.

when roald was working for shell oil in london, before he set off on his adventures in africa and then on to the second world war, he often used to have a chocolate bar with his lunch. every time he had a chocolate bar he would add the wrapper to his growing collection. the first one he wrapped up into a little ball, and then every time he had another he would wrap it around the one from the day before, and so eventually the little ball of silver foil wrappers grew larger and heavier and took on the cannonball-like appearance it has today.

roald kept this collection of chocolate wrappers on the desk in his writing hut along with other things that inspired him, or reminded him of his earlier days. if you’re ever in the roald dahl museum and story centre in great missenden you can see it for yourself.

credits: roalddahl.com