Posts Tagged ‘childhood’
Little routines by little people that mean so much to me for reasons I can’t explain.
Every morning my son runs down to the hallway from his bedroom to this window at the top of the stairs and takes in the landscape of the day. He looks for sun or rain or on this particular morning – snow. It’s not much. A simple routine by a two year old boy starting…
Read MoreThe blend of happiness and sadness, pride and envy of the working day is easy on some days. Impossibly hard on others. Also, my son needs to get himself a job.
It’s not uncommon to hear about my wife’s day home with our son or the times that they have spent with friends at a coffee shop or a playground or a gym class and feel incredibly jealous for this time that she has enjoyed at home with our kids. It’s an odd tug, to be…
Read MoreThe stuff of my wife’s childhood is alive and well in the hands of our children, and I’m so jealous.
I tease my wife’s parents for their inability to throw anything away. Their basement is filled with artifacts from decades long since gone. And while it’s true that they are a little obsessive when it comes to saving things, I’m also envious of the results. My children love to go to their grandparents’ house and…
Read MoreWhy do I remember my childhood with such clarity when so many others do not?
My wife says I have an excellent memory. I’ve never thought so, but it’s true that I can lock a story into my mind and manipulate it onstage without much difficulty. That said, my visual memory is almost nonexistent. My wife also says that if she were placed in a lineup with five other brunettes,…
Read MoreSentimentality has its benefits.
I’m not a sentimental person when it comes to physical objects. I rarely attach meaning to things, even when given to me for specific reasons and by specific people. Truthfully, I rarely recall how or where I acquired a possession. While my four year-old daughter can often tell me the origin of each of her…
Read More107 Federal Street update
As you may know, my sister and I write a blog called 107 Federal Street (named after the address of our childhood home) where we attempt to recover and discuss memories from our childhood. The purpose is twofold: 1. My memory from childhood is good, but my sister has an unbelievable memory. She can tell…
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