tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119844997664774587.post6217614045058570112..comments2024-02-28T05:22:18.232-05:00Comments on THE BACK STORY -: ARTIFACTSAFTERMATHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15041592685191226321noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119844997664774587.post-13646451285332263432010-08-20T09:47:11.102-04:002010-08-20T09:47:11.102-04:00The ending is so poignant. . . . Loss of innocence...The ending is so poignant. . . . Loss of innocence. In the long run, she'll forgive. Her spirit will understand.<br />PilgrimPilgrimhttp://open.salon.com/blog/athomepilgrimnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119844997664774587.post-61349149873182572032009-05-13T21:22:00.000-04:002009-05-13T21:22:00.000-04:00When I was little My mother use to have us look ar...When I was little My mother use to have us look around my fathers gagarge for old Mr. Boston whisky bottles. She would have us pour them out...(he had a drinking promblem..She hated Alcohaol) One day my brother and I found pLaying cards in his tool chest. ...<br />They were hard core porn playing cards. Well.. don't you know... we had to show them to all the other kids in the neighborhood. Oh my.. My father cought hell for that ..! and so did we... Being kids we didn't know what was going on in those cards...I remember asking what are they doing..? I think I was 9 my brother 11. <br />I look back on it now it's funny.. My father didn't think it was funny, when All the parent got through giving him a piece of their mind..!<br />BettyBettynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119844997664774587.post-6225577432031210462009-05-13T20:54:00.000-04:002009-05-13T20:54:00.000-04:00A....Robin ... A...
It took 6 time for it to ...
O...A....Robin ... A...<br />It took 6 time for it to ...<br />Oh well let see how meny time it takes this time.!<br />Were is the seal.. Please can I see a seal...!<br />BettyBettynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119844997664774587.post-62052088355557511422009-05-13T20:52:00.000-04:002009-05-13T20:52:00.000-04:00I give up after this...
It just won't post.. I've ...I give up after this...<br />It just won't post.. I've done it now 6 time...<br />BettyBettynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119844997664774587.post-24664300722604636162009-05-11T16:59:00.000-04:002009-05-11T16:59:00.000-04:00Thanks for that comment. I appreciate the time it ...Thanks for that comment. I appreciate the time it takes :) I keep telling myself I'll clean out all the stuff packed into my home one of these days, yup, one of these days, so as not to leave it for my kids to deal with. But then, I figure when I'm gone I hopefully won't notice what they think! RRRAFTERMATHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15041592685191226321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119844997664774587.post-37985173662057601372009-05-11T13:49:00.000-04:002009-05-11T13:49:00.000-04:00Wow- finally had a chance to read this posting- I ...Wow- finally had a chance to read this posting- I think most adults at one time in their life will have to go through this tedious, painful task. What I found the most upsetting is not having time to read many of the interesting articles or letters, or even journals. When you think how much of their time on life is found in these missives, it's disheartening to just have to trash it all, otherwise we are creating new piles of "stuff" for our children to have to sort and throw out many years later. I guess the morale to this type of story is to live simply and don't save anything embarrasing?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119844997664774587.post-13226314117019980162009-05-11T08:22:00.000-04:002009-05-11T08:22:00.000-04:00I really liked your essay on your grandparents hom...I really liked your essay on your grandparents home. It was very much <br />like what I went through with my brothers when my parents died--my Dad <br />had OCD to a huge degree and never threw anything away. As a physician <br />he got a stack of ads and sample medicines every day, and these were <br />added to the piles in the attic and basement. His examining room filled <br />up as well, so that he had to examine patients in the waiting room (the <br />front room of the house). Occasionally the rats would get into the <br />sample medicines and die in the walls--an unbelieveable odor that simply <br />has to be waited out.One of my sons inherited this disorder, and he, <br />already at 54 has filled up his apartment so that there is only a path <br />to his bed (on the floor) and the closet. If I should die before I get <br />through all my papers (I have a milder form of this) I know that he <br />would simply take it all to be piled somewhere else. My daughter says I <br />am being IRRESPONSIBLE not to go through things now and put them in <br />order. But I find it very hard to throw away anything that might be <br />useful SOMETIME.<br /><br />I take it you never found anything under the attic floorboards?<br /><br />Thanks for the thoughtful writing.<br />JoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119844997664774587.post-25757560457788347682009-05-08T07:53:00.000-04:002009-05-08T07:53:00.000-04:00Interesting blog entry. Someday, when they tear do...Interesting blog entry. Someday, when they tear down that house, they'll find wads of cash, diamonds, 5,000 shares of IBM stock from the 1930s, Adminral Peary's porn collection and his REAL logbook - the one that says "oh, to hell with it, we're still a couple hundred miles from the pole, but it's 85 below zero, I'm freezing my butt off, and nobody will ever know, anyway - close enough!". <br /> <br />That's a good point about the stuff you leave behind. What'll [#$%^^&] think about MY porn collection?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119844997664774587.post-49240198043071254622009-05-08T07:46:00.000-04:002009-05-08T07:46:00.000-04:00Very poignant. Liked it very much. xxoo HRDVery poignant. Liked it very much. xxoo HRDHRDnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119844997664774587.post-8296611719519729912009-05-08T00:12:00.000-04:002009-05-08T00:12:00.000-04:00Robin, this is your best yet; keep it up and we're...Robin, this is your best yet; keep it up and we're all going to be watching you on the morning talk shows flogging your book. Insha'Allah!<br /><br />Amazed in DCAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119844997664774587.post-84996323204333296352009-05-07T20:27:00.000-04:002009-05-07T20:27:00.000-04:00I’m struck by the sincerity and savagery of your s...I’m struck by the sincerity and savagery of your search.Bradnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119844997664774587.post-79731213464697706852009-05-07T20:26:00.000-04:002009-05-07T20:26:00.000-04:00Wow, what a traumatic experience. Some things are...Wow, what a traumatic experience. Some things are better left to be, than be discovered, especially by a loving granddaughter. Your grandmother doesn't hate the only person that loved her enough to rescue her from her illness and place her in an environment where she would be well taken care of 24 hours a day.<br />PamPamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119844997664774587.post-17396136409295762702009-05-07T20:24:00.000-04:002009-05-07T20:24:00.000-04:00That was the best! Love ya!
NanThat was the best! Love ya!<br /> <br />NanAFTERMATHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15041592685191226321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1119844997664774587.post-8968214339680983112009-05-07T18:44:00.000-04:002009-05-07T18:44:00.000-04:00Such a sad story of a life lived and soon to end.
...Such a sad story of a life lived and soon to end.<br /><br />I found after my parents passed away to think of the good times even while sorting through the estate. The things you find when you go through a loved ones home!MaineBirderhttp://www.birdingmaine.comnoreply@blogger.com