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Now that's a good story. It's interesting that your son could connect that at a young age. Usually it's stuff they can touch and feel, so they cling to humans so tightly. He got a pretty big message at a very young age.
posted by
terpgirl30
on July 19, 2005 at 4:42 AM
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Oh, MMM
I just thought about another given what you said. The same lady I got the iced tea glass from was 65 the day I was born. She was literally my best friend until my brother replaced me when I turned 15. She could hang with the best of them. She always told us that she could get away with telling a dirty joke because everyone thought she was old and didn't know what she was doing. Now THAT's brilliant.
When I was really little I noticed she slept with an old quilt. It turns out she helped make it with her own grandmother. So at that time the thing had to be at least 110 years old. It was really tattered on the ends, and she wasn't seeing well, then, so I would spend my time over there trying to patch it back together.
When she died, her daughter in law swooped through the place. I wanted that blanket. And they asked us if we wanted anything, but the way they were going through the house, we were so creeped out, we wouldn't go in. You don't make a shrine but this was stuff to the woman, plain and simple. I know that blanket was thrown away which breaks my heart. The son involved probably didn't even get the connection.
The upside of that story is, the woman was a squirrel in how she kept things in the technical sense. Since her daughter in law regularly came in the house to check out the bank accounts, Krissie started hiding money in cereal boxes in her pantry. Do you think we told that daughter in law to check cereal boxes before she chucked them? I remember my mother, brother and me sort of watching it, just knowing.
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terpgirl30
on July 19, 2005 at 4:41 AM
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Terpgirl
"One man's trash....is another man's treasure"
My son, when he was about six and seven, used to tell me that he did not want me to die. After a while, it got me a little worried, like maybe he knew something that I didn't.
Anyway, I had to explain to him first of all that I was not going anywhere, but when I did go, as everything must, I would not really be gone. Anytime that he cooked something that I showed him how to make, anytime that he did something that I taught him how to do I would be there. He would remember me and keep me alive in his heart. He finally told me one day that it was okay for me to go.
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TIMMYTALES
on July 18, 2005 at 8:17 PM
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i agree... the things i would go for (which are few) would be links to the past as well...... i love my life, i love my future but the past is incredibly important to me.... it is sad (for me) to think about the people who discard the past with yesterdays garbage...
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mmm-w
on July 18, 2005 at 8:11 PM
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