tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704895.post2350428662468584960..comments2023-11-03T02:51:37.788-05:00Comments on 24/7: A Picture of My First MemoryBinkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17161541480469324280noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704895.post-85263936533480344032007-03-02T14:33:00.000-05:002007-03-02T14:33:00.000-05:00Who would think that such a short post would be so...Who would think that such a short post would be so powerful. Great writing.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15080488909182074526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704895.post-27925945782294897382007-03-02T11:26:00.000-05:002007-03-02T11:26:00.000-05:00I remember horrible waxy chocolate covered peanuts...I remember horrible waxy chocolate covered peanuts in a huge glass jar with a metal twisty lid, and her twisted, gnarled arm in a sling. And a funny smell.<BR/><BR/>She was my great grandma and I would love to have been able to know her as an adult.<BR/><BR/>Great writing, Binky. Glad I linked to you today at my site.Redneck Mommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09947243296264284961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704895.post-66806571570268203592007-03-02T10:38:00.000-05:002007-03-02T10:38:00.000-05:00two is so unbelievably small, isn't it. and yet yo...two is so unbelievably small, isn't it. and yet you were catching everything.<BR/><BR/>sparse yet perfect, friend.Girlplustwohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07056576921114387218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704895.post-71720673686334890302007-03-02T10:15:00.000-05:002007-03-02T10:15:00.000-05:00So spare, so sad. Yet you make it beautiful.So spare, so sad. Yet you make it beautiful.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11342425698876916791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31704895.post-12452035700712478422007-03-01T18:06:00.000-05:002007-03-01T18:06:00.000-05:00I remember my grandfather dying in a hospital when...I remember my grandfather dying in a hospital when I was four, but only the memory of being in the hospital--no recollection of my grandfather at all. My sister, then seven, says she never realy liked Grandpa anyway. The only thing I remember about him was that we had to leave the living room when he was home so that the men of the family could lift him up to pee. I always thought peeing in a toilet kept in the living room was disgusting. <BR/><BR/>I'm free whenever you're free for some quality get-together time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com