tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post5632778865718714717..comments2024-01-16T17:40:13.951-05:00Comments on Somewhere in NJ: A portrait of memoryLauraHinNJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08329387562570495570noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-17253428066149635302008-06-17T06:53:00.000-05:002008-06-17T06:53:00.000-05:00Aww--Laura--so sweet, so complex. Perhaps your br...Aww--Laura--so sweet, so complex. Perhaps your brothers becoming huggers is a way of speaking without words.<BR/>I remember your previous posts on your dad, and this one peels back another layer in your complicated relationship.KGMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05165941950953938943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-38352157038896690352008-06-16T22:10:00.000-05:002008-06-16T22:10:00.000-05:00Susan: Yeah... stories are powerful. Writing them...Susan: Yeah... stories are powerful. Writing them down helps me remember, too.<BR/><BR/>Bunnygirl: It didn't seem so simple then, but memories have a way of reducing things to what matters most, maybe.<BR/><BR/>Mary: I'd always felt like my family wasn't typical that way, but maybe that isn't so true.<BR/><BR/>Sorry to bring tears.<BR/><BR/>Lynne: Sorry again! Joking with dad felt like stepping on eggshells usually. He was usually so stern it was hard to tell his mood or if I could get away with poking fun.<BR/><BR/>NCMountainWoman: Thanks. Time changes things, too, I think.LauraHinNJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08329387562570495570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-58263007518018515912008-06-16T18:17:00.000-05:002008-06-16T18:17:00.000-05:00What a great attitude. I wish more people could "...What a great attitude. I wish more people could "remember" things this way. It would make their lives so much easier.<BR/><BR/>Lovely Father's Day tribute.NCmountainwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00615765649828716560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-73865610977590625962008-06-16T09:19:00.000-05:002008-06-16T09:19:00.000-05:00I had to go away and then come back to this post L...I had to go away and then come back to this post Laura. It brought immediate tears to my eyes as I had a hard time remembering my Dad's voice yesterday. I come from a family of huggers and kissers. Respectful language toward parents and other elders was mandatory. It was difficult to find a safe topic to joke around with my Dad. <BR/> <BR/>I'm stomping though this comment, but your post, again, was so beautifully writtem.Lynne at Hasty Brookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09187035706322695138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-11364569838861121812008-06-16T07:00:00.000-05:002008-06-16T07:00:00.000-05:00I had to think and remember for a while before I c...I had to think and remember for a while before I commented here. Laura, I don't believe I hugged my younger brother more than four or five times until we became adults. Our family didn't hug often, either, but we talked like crazy. There was affection but not the type I often see in other families. <BR/><BR/>This is a brilliant post and has my eyes brimming with tears.<BR/><BR/>Thanks.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02040099513110890878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-35018792421592619732008-06-16T05:44:00.000-05:002008-06-16T05:44:00.000-05:00It's a complex relationship for sure. Very poignan...It's a complex relationship for sure. Very poignant post Laura.Jaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14057094040409159429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-56444185002541102972008-06-16T01:55:00.000-05:002008-06-16T01:55:00.000-05:00What a lovely and thought-provoking post. How we ...What a lovely and thought-provoking post. How we relate to our parents as adults vs as children can be so incredibly complex. Perhaps that's why memory is so faulty. It helps tweak the ambivalence into a story that makes sense and brings us peace.Ann (bunnygirl)https://www.blogger.com/profile/04938134750150653386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18784445.post-82606305462358387532008-06-15T22:40:00.000-05:002008-06-15T22:40:00.000-05:00What a post.I think my and yours were from the sam...What a post.<BR/>I think my and yours were from the same "old school" of fathering. My Dad wasn't comfortable with affection after I reached a certain age. I had been a cute little girl and then suddenly I was a young adult woman. He had no idea how to relate to me.<BR/><BR/>Memory is a tricky thing. I choose to piece things together and make my own stories about Dad. Stories I need to believe are true.<BR/><BR/>Hugs.Susan Gets Nativehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00216170589750418861noreply@blogger.com