This was so moving. Not enough space has been given to the greeting and parting that takes up so much of life. One of my most vivid memories is of pulling into Grand Central and seeing my parents waiting on the platform, waiting for me.
A wonderful piece. Stories about people's grandparents, in the hands of a good writer, are always fascinating -- especially when the writers are now getting closer to their grandparents' age.
(But I was already completely with you at “Also crystallized therein: 70s jingles, names of fellow children I loved and loathed, and the cadences of adult voices overhead.”)
Very touching, thank you. I have so many memories of driving away from home as my mother waved from the sidewalk -- I had that sense of excitement, even as her sadness at my leaving affected me. Remember the saying: Children mean more to parents than parents mean to children.
So moving. Beautifully rendered.
Thank you.
Lovely.
Thank you so much.
Brilliantly written. Reading this revealed helped me etch some of my own unconsidered experiences into conscious reflections.
Thanks so much, Bailey.
What a beautiful , heartfelt piece . Thank you for sharing this.
You’re welcome. And thanks.
This was so moving. Not enough space has been given to the greeting and parting that takes up so much of life. One of my most vivid memories is of pulling into Grand Central and seeing my parents waiting on the platform, waiting for me.
Thank you.
A wonderful piece. Stories about people's grandparents, in the hands of a good writer, are always fascinating -- especially when the writers are now getting closer to their grandparents' age.
Thank you!
Love this! It reminds me of my father's parents a lot. Thank you so much
You’re very welcome, Julia.
What a difference a lifetime makes, right?
(But I was already completely with you at “Also crystallized therein: 70s jingles, names of fellow children I loved and loathed, and the cadences of adult voices overhead.”)
Thank you, Kate. 🙏❤️
A lovely, heartfelt piece. Thank you for sharing it.
You’re welcome. Thank you, Pam.
Made me remember the feel of my grandma’s fleshy soft arms around me. Sweet memories indeed. Thanks!
You’re welcome ❤️
Very touching, thank you. I have so many memories of driving away from home as my mother waved from the sidewalk -- I had that sense of excitement, even as her sadness at my leaving affected me. Remember the saying: Children mean more to parents than parents mean to children.
Thank you Bette.
Magnificent piece Great writing
Thank you, Verna! 🙏❤️
Just beautiful, thank you.
You're welcome. And thanks.