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My earliest memory would be when I was 2 years old, 1949. In the city of Louisville, many homes at that time still had outhouses. My two earliest memories were seeing the outhouse in the back yard and my brother pushing me down 5 steps in our stairway.
posted by
Corbin_Dallas
on July 4, 2019 at 7:22 AM
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Well I could send a wee fairy, but they are a job to see these days. I hope you opened the card I sent.
posted by
C_C_T
on July 4, 2019 at 7:11 AM
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Re: Corbin
Yes it certainly made me think way back. How far back can you think?
posted by
C_C_T
on July 4, 2019 at 7:08 AM
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Re: Poor little Ella. and her bereaved mother.
Yes it was kind of a nostalgic feeling, of course it was years ago when I asked Motherr
A deadly disease in those days.
posted by
C_C_T
on July 4, 2019 at 7:07 AM
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Re: adnohr
Funny as it might seem I did kind of remember the little girl but not until I found the dolls. I think we could go quite away back if we really tried.
posted by
C_C_T
on July 4, 2019 at 7:04 AM
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Re: Taps
I would think it is more like a little urge to write something that one has felt indiscreetly
at times.
posted by
C_C_T
on July 4, 2019 at 7:00 AM
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Re: Bill
Well that's kind of different Bill
posted by
C_C_T
on July 4, 2019 at 6:58 AM
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Re:Annicita
True A, not always a true blessing.
posted by
C_C_T
on July 4, 2019 at 6:57 AM
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Re: RPresta
Yes I suppose in those days it was dreaded. Be happy.
posted by
C_C_T
on July 4, 2019 at 6:56 AM
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Re: FS
Thank you FS.
posted by
C_C_T
on July 4, 2019 at 6:54 AM
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It sounds like the garden was full of history...Words are like butterflies, indeed.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on July 4, 2019 at 6:43 AM
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A story so sad. And a very good poem.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on July 3, 2019 at 9:16 PM
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a coup of the heart is a blessing or a curse....depending on whether you welcome it or not...
posted by
Annicita
on July 3, 2019 at 8:09 PM
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It was fun to find things in the soil. I edged the gardens with arrowheads sir.
posted by
BC-A
on July 3, 2019 at 5:27 PM
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How does one know when they have a muse? I have always felt museless and wondered why I didn't have one and when would I find her/him? I have given up on that. "The Garden of the Doll Heads" might be a good spooky tale.
posted by
TAPS.
on July 3, 2019 at 4:14 PM
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Not a joyfull memory, but one that came up only because of finding the doll remains in the garden. Fascinating what our brain can bring back to us when prodded, even if thngs happened when we were just an infant.Another great poem!
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adnohr
on July 3, 2019 at 1:58 PM
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Poor little Ella. and her bereaved mother.
What a shock to find the doll parts in the garden. Perhaps it's a blessing to be unable to remember such a loss, and that you had to ask your mother what happened.
posted by
Pat_B
on July 3, 2019 at 1:37 PM
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What an interesting discovery...
posted by
Corbin_Dallas
on July 3, 2019 at 1:21 PM
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Wonderful today....and I get so angry when people won't get their children vaccinated because of some bogus reason that has no proof. i love you Muse writing too. BTW if you see mine, will you send it, he, she, whatever, back home to me.
posted by
Kabu
on July 3, 2019 at 12:40 PM
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