tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post2935460470701530237..comments2023-09-11T23:57:00.520-05:00Comments on Velvet Sacks: Carving with a sharp knifeLinda@VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-60430579278864929882011-10-27T12:08:28.992-05:002011-10-27T12:08:28.992-05:00Kim, I'm sure George brought more enjoyment in...Kim, I'm sure George brought more enjoyment into my life than he did disappointment. Must have sucked for Mother, though.Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-32452093806404867792011-10-27T11:02:01.660-05:002011-10-27T11:02:01.660-05:00Jeez. I was liking ol' George, and wondering w...Jeez. I was liking ol' George, and wondering why I never remembered you talking about him before, until I got to the end of your post. :(<br /><br />He has a nice face in the photo, but knowing that his wedding ring was probably in his pocket the whole time kind of spoils the Norman Rockwell vibe, doesn't it?<br /><br />Sorry, Mom.bluffroadglasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14646959753010385689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-76479432505907807262011-10-27T09:02:45.671-05:002011-10-27T09:02:45.671-05:00Betty, I know someone else who is in your situatio...Betty, I know someone else who is in your situation, struggling to decide whether to retire or to work a little longer, so a question for both of you: Do you feel that your job (a) adds to the quality of your life or (b) diminishes it? In my case, I had begun to resent the time I spent on my job because there were so many other things I'd rather be doing, and the pay wasn't enough to make it worth my while to stay. Retirement took a while to get used to, but I'm enjoying it very much now.Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-91741216544381513502011-10-27T05:25:27.984-05:002011-10-27T05:25:27.984-05:00At least your Mom saw through this guy finally. H...At least your Mom saw through this guy finally. Hope you are having a great retirement. I am in a dilemma trying to decide if I should work one more year. It is easy to say 'this is it' but when you say it, you can not go back when you have a contract job. I hope I can muster one more year.Galla Creekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15765021266883258286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-42784250282519330952011-10-25T09:18:03.392-05:002011-10-25T09:18:03.392-05:00Alison, what a sweet memory! I guess I should have...Alison, what a sweet memory! I guess I should have mentioned in my post that it's also funny how much joy a person passing through a child's life can bring to that child, because that's certainly true. Hm. Maybe the feeling that's left with the child when that person leaves depends on the child's expectations.Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-88667800471129658852011-10-25T08:09:01.684-05:002011-10-25T08:09:01.684-05:00Linda,
I remember a painter who did some handiwor...Linda,<br /><br />I remember a painter who did some handiwork and painted some rooms of our house a couple of times over a couple of years. His name was Mr. Estes (I have no idea what his first name was as I would not have been allowed to call him by his first name) and I was about 7 when he came into my life. You could not tear me away from him, much to my parents' amusement. He was funny and he talked with me like I was a person, not just a kid. He'd patiently answer each and every one of my "What are you doing?" and "Why?" questions and he'd listen to me go on and on about whatever was on my mind. He also pull quarters out of thin air, including from behind my ear. He had a buzz cut of very short grey hair and a round friendly face. I absolutely adored him and he most patiently allowed me to be his little shadow. Thank you for prompting those very fond memories of my Mr. Estes.Duly Inspiredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14667265361131163774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-88370921610310839992011-10-24T22:29:35.364-05:002011-10-24T22:29:35.364-05:00In the grand scheme of things, this didn't hav...In the grand scheme of things, this didn't have a huge impact on my life--unless it was one of many things that led to still unresolved trust issues. What made me sad when I ran across this photo today is the awareness of how much more frequently this scenario plays out now than it did 60 years ago. There are so many more single moms now, so many more opportunities for children to get attached.<br /><br />And, on another note, one reason I felt some attachment to this man was that he spent so much time at our house and, therefore, with my sister and me. Of course, he did! That was a whole lot safer for him than taking Mother out in public.Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-76590346923885014522011-10-24T21:45:49.088-05:002011-10-24T21:45:49.088-05:00This is so sad...Ditto what Janet said~This is so sad...Ditto what Janet said~CreekHiker / HollysFollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14987597104795294851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-44155051758583761472011-10-24T17:20:41.076-05:002011-10-24T17:20:41.076-05:00That's a sad story. At least you had good memo...That's a sad story. At least you had good memories-judging from what I read in the newspaper these days, a lot of men do far worse than lie to a woman and break her kids' hearts.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com