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Jimson
Thank you....that is such a very sweet thing to say....I really appreciate it.
posted by
Krisles
on August 8, 2005 at 9:32 PM
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Hey Krisles!
That was very touching I only wish more kids could have experienced as nice a childhood as you were blessed with living. You are truly a lucky person! I should be blessed to know what little of you I do. Good writing!
posted by
SomeoneElse
on August 8, 2005 at 8:54 PM
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mcbreeze
I'm happy you are giving all that you are to your children...they are lucky to have you....thank you for sharing my moments with me....you know how much I admire you for coming from the pain that you did into the light and showering it on those babies of yours...and coming on her and sharing it with us.
posted by
Krisles
on August 8, 2005 at 8:30 PM
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wiley
It was a wonderful, wonderful childhood...and I'm sorry you didn't get to experience it. It's easy for someone like me to be a sober person....see why I admire someone like you so very much?...with all you've had to overcome to be the wonderful, lovely man you are?
posted by
Krisles
on August 8, 2005 at 8:27 PM
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Krisles
Sounds like an ideal childhood luv.
Well, better than my situation where I was the youngest of 8 and listened to my parents scrap a lot because mum was a Brit and dad a Canuck born Irishman.
Gad, no wonder I'm sober alcoholic. lol
posted by
WileyJohn
on August 8, 2005 at 8:18 PM
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krisles
you are so so lucky your post to me reads like a fairytale i would only have been able to read from a book. I do feel a little lucky tho sharing a part of your happy memory it is lovely and i can see clearly wot i misssed and i`m just glad my kids are sharing your dream in reality too, whilst for them it isn`t a book. xxx
posted by
mcbreeze
on August 8, 2005 at 11:21 AM
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krisles
you are so so lucky your post to me reads like a fairytale i would only have been able to read from a book. I do feel a little lucky tho sharing a part of your happy memory it is lovely and i can see clearly wot i misssed and i`m just glad my kids are sharing your dream in reality too, whilst for them it isn`t a book. xxx
posted by
mcbreeze
on August 8, 2005 at 11:20 AM
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Good Day to you! Episode 18 is ready. Thanks for reading.
posted by
Passionflower
on August 8, 2005 at 10:12 AM
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hey Kris,
Sounds like a wonderful childhood! I wish I had more of that drive to go look something up when I am curious about it! Although I am more likely to do it with the internet at my fingertips. Anyway, I enjoyed your descriptions of life with your parents... you all sound like people I'd love to meet!
posted by
FactorFiction
on August 8, 2005 at 9:08 AM
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Passion
I was a rebel...I was a pleaser...with this seething passion underneath...all my friends thought it was so funny that their parents thought I was so perfect, when I was the one leading all the sneaking out at night...not really bad, but always out in the moonlight, walking around, sitting in the yard, up all night.....and, as you will see...plus, you don't have to have misery to have passion....that is one of the oldest myths in the world....passion can come from happiness and joy, too!
posted by
Krisles
on August 7, 2005 at 11:43 PM
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Lensman
My mom is good at the big picture, too...and so literal it is funny...she has a hard time with certain kinds of wit because of it....ours was navy with the gold lettering. I went into the arts because it was the only area that could be "mine"! But, I was lazy...never wanting to compete...I think I got tired of hearing all the time how fantastic I was...sometimes you can be too encouraged by everyone...if that makes any sense...expectations set too high...I didn't want to disappoint, but I just never really knew what I wanted to do, never found my true passion....well, I did want to write, but didn't really know how to go about being a writer and just sort of stumbled into the corporate world and then life went along and...........
posted by
Krisles
on August 7, 2005 at 11:38 PM
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Sounds like Ozzie and Harriet
And you're "The Beave"...You had such a normal childhood - I derive all my creativity from the angst of my past. Misery, pain, agony. Where do you pull your stories and emotions from with such a normal upbringing?
posted by
Passionflower
on August 7, 2005 at 11:36 PM
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Krisles
I recall that it was a sort of dark reddish brown with gold lettering. My dad likes symbolism and metaphors, so not totally literal. He's an artsy guy, majored in languages in university, plays the piano, loves writing, etc. He has a sense of humour up to a certain point, then he's no-nonsense. He's a funny mix... It's my mother who tends to be literal. Her strength is in figuring out the big picture. It always amazes me how she does that...
posted by
Lensman
on August 7, 2005 at 11:25 PM
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Lensman
Was your set navy or burgandy? My mom is so literal...is your dad like that, too?
posted by
Krisles
on August 7, 2005 at 11:12 PM
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Krisles
Great little bio. Very interesting slices about you and it all fits with the image I'm forming of you. I had a great childhood, too. Your mom sounds like my dad. He's always sworn by Britannica. We could all be sitting around the dinner table and some point would come up. Someone would say it was this way, someone else would say it was that way. In the middle of it all, dad would disappear for a while, then come up with a Britannica volume in his hand and put the whole thing to bed. Then he'd finish his supper.
posted by
Lensman
on August 7, 2005 at 10:50 PM
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MW
I didn't think of it as amazing at the time...but, yes, it was very amazing....wonderfully, amazing...wish, you could have been there.
posted by
Krisles
on August 7, 2005 at 10:16 PM
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Kris
What an amazing childhood you must have had.
posted by
Bel_
on August 7, 2005 at 9:11 PM
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kris... well, I lived away while in college... but my dad died during my
senior year. I moved right back home after graduation and never thought twice about it. I had nowhere else to be that was more important.
posted by
-blackcat
on August 7, 2005 at 8:15 PM
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Blackcat
That is such a sweet thing to say! And you are so lucky to recognize these things now...I lived away from my mom and dad for so many years...so independent, not really thinking about it that much...and I don't believe in regrets...we do what we do...but, I can see that my daughter is making sure that she raises her family here, arounnd what family we do have (we are a small one, but it is mostly here in Texas)..she makes every effort to see that her children get to meet and be around cousins....something I tried to give her via summers with my folks but that I just really didn't have all that much of myself. Now that I am back, I am reconnecting with cousins I grew up with but didn't see for so many years..now we are back together and it is so wonderful.
posted by
Krisles
on August 7, 2005 at 8:11 PM
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Krisles... I'm beginning to think you hung the moon as well. ;)
I'm a product of a happy childhood also. I'm grateful for every second of it and still live in the same town as my mom and brother.
posted by
-blackcat
on August 7, 2005 at 7:58 PM
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balckcat
Thank you so much....my mom, especially, thinks I hung the moon and stars, that's for sure - we have a mutual admiration society. She couldn't have any more children and had to put all her hopes and dreams into me. She is an unbelievable woman and one of the reasons I started coming down to Texas so much; I want to be near her as much as possible while I still can, soak up as much of her as possible.
posted by
Krisles
on August 7, 2005 at 7:51 PM
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MsN
I'm sure she loves and adores you as much as I do my mom....I don't know who I will go to when she is gone...who will know everything? Her brother is the same way...my cousin and I kid about it, buy my cousin has more of the genes than I do, so I tell her that I will call her!
posted by
Krisles
on August 7, 2005 at 7:47 PM
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Quirky
I'm always telling people I almost feel guilty for having had such loving parents and such a happy childhood. My husband was abused, I have so many friends who had such horrid childhoods...I know, I was so blessed...I never take it for granted.
posted by
Krisles
on August 7, 2005 at 7:45 PM
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krisles... that's a great story. I think you earned every bit of your
place in that world...
posted by
-blackcat
on August 7, 2005 at 7:24 PM
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Wow...
I know at times my older daughter feels this way about me.
posted by
Transcendental_Child
on August 7, 2005 at 7:23 PM
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krisles--
hey, thanks for sharing this nice story.
Oh I wonder what kind of world we would have if every child ever born could have this same experience: I grew up being adored, lavished with love and affection by the adults in my world. They talked to me, spent time with me, showed an interest in me and encouraged me.
posted by
Julia.
on August 7, 2005 at 7:19 PM
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