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February 05, 2013



Excuuuuuse me. There was also a daughter age 6. Who somehow remembers Walking home. As I recall the most pressing concern was whether the play date with Abby Finklestein was still on. It wasn't. Neither were afternoon cartoons. Yes to pipe smoking and vneck sweater. But one would hardly need to be Proust to remember that. Harrumph. Carry on.


Ah the advantages of having older siblings. I do not remember what I was wearing, but I do know that I had put my 2 year old down for a nap, and gone down to the family room to watch TV.

And congratulations on 700 words! I'm proud of you.


I so identified with what your going through. I lost five people close to me in a six year period. So many things I wish I knew. When I read the line that told of your brother calling you with the information, it was so powerful. What a beautiful post, and afghan! Thankyou


I loved this post, and I love the afghan. I also sent my kids off to college with a hand-knit afghan. I don't know how much this meant to them, but to me, it meant a lot. They may or may not have known it, but they were bringing thousands of stitches of love away with them as they left home.


Congrats on the writing!

I'd never really thought about where my family was when Kennedy was shot, but now that I am, I actually do know. Because my mother (who died in 1990) told me many times that she sat me down in front of the television (I was 2) and told me this was huge and historic and to remember it. Do I? Ahahahaha. We lived with my grandparents at the time, so I expect they (who died in 1997 and 2002) were in the living room as well.

LOVE the afghan; it's glorious!


Love the afghan. Love Andra. Love the shower curtain bit.


That is so great about Andra.


Thanks, Jen--I'm sure I can remember at least 4 incidents myself, and I appreciate that you are someone I can burst into tears with one day and be served latkes by the next without further comment or concern. Mwah!

So, I never knew Louie as a pipe smoker, but I can picture the sweater as if he were standing before me now. As for Dave--yeah--that sounds about right.

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