Brought back memories of my 15th summer spent in San Jose, California…when I read Mr. Dafoe’s JOURNAL while my parents attended San Jose State. Yeah; I was a nerd…
Sweet post. And a good reminder that the credulous have always been and still are among us. My t—-p supporting first cousin believes that Jesus will save those he wants to save, hence no need for vaccines.
Your story about Mary Flood struck a nerve. My brother's passing was a year ago; we "attended" his outdoor service via livestream. The funeral home was kind enough to send family members the video they made. I will never forget this pandemic, regardless of efforts to minimize it or to blame it on Fauci, or whatever foolishness will emerge in the coming days as politicians do their utmost to whitewash our global tragedy.
In my little town, folks are emerging from their cocoons a bit too fast, as was described by Defoe. I leave them to their mass rejoicing events. I'll hang with family and close friends for a bit longer.
This is just so interesting. So well written and insightful. The story of your parents and their picture is wonderful and sweet. No freaking pandemic can take away their 50th anniversary.
Great story. But I just had to laugh at this line, “Mary Flood, my late grandmother’s cousin, was the sort of person who came to your house whenever someone died with a plate of food.“ I wondered if many in her circle of friends died with a plate of food and what kind of cooks lurked among her acquaintances. But I get it. And I always enjoy your writing so much. Keep it up!
Today would have been my parents 87th anniversary. Your parents are just kids ;)
They were, when they got married, that's for sure!
Brought back memories of my 15th summer spent in San Jose, California…when I read Mr. Dafoe’s JOURNAL while my parents attended San Jose State. Yeah; I was a nerd…
Sweet post. And a good reminder that the credulous have always been and still are among us. My t—-p supporting first cousin believes that Jesus will save those he wants to save, hence no need for vaccines.
That's such a horrible way of looking at disease. Yuck.
Love this piece.
Congratulations to your parents on their 51st Wedding Anniversary.
I appreciate you sometimes weave poetry in your writing, it makes your piece all the more fascinating and interesting, to me.
Thank you!
Another excellent post, and all best wishes and congratulations to your parents.
Thanks!
Your story about Mary Flood struck a nerve. My brother's passing was a year ago; we "attended" his outdoor service via livestream. The funeral home was kind enough to send family members the video they made. I will never forget this pandemic, regardless of efforts to minimize it or to blame it on Fauci, or whatever foolishness will emerge in the coming days as politicians do their utmost to whitewash our global tragedy.
In my little town, folks are emerging from their cocoons a bit too fast, as was described by Defoe. I leave them to their mass rejoicing events. I'll hang with family and close friends for a bit longer.
I'm sorry to hear about your brother. There are so many stories like this -- too many.
This is just so interesting. So well written and insightful. The story of your parents and their picture is wonderful and sweet. No freaking pandemic can take away their 50th anniversary.
Thank you!
Great story. But I just had to laugh at this line, “Mary Flood, my late grandmother’s cousin, was the sort of person who came to your house whenever someone died with a plate of food.“ I wondered if many in her circle of friends died with a plate of food and what kind of cooks lurked among her acquaintances. But I get it. And I always enjoy your writing so much. Keep it up!
I'm embarrassed about that one. I'm usually really good at sniffing those out!
Somewhere in the misty past I recall Morris county. Between Dead shows and on my way to National Rainbow Gathering of Tribes