tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641599238951031625.post4434021829525816963..comments2024-03-29T02:24:41.269-07:00Comments on SUSPENSE SISTERS: TALES OF A WRITER IN TRAININGUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641599238951031625.post-62598706977027130522016-05-06T21:44:15.470-07:002016-05-06T21:44:15.470-07:00I loved hearing your story about your treasured su...I loved hearing your story about your treasured suitcase. I like going through old photographs. It is so much fun reliving the joy of those past days. <br /><br />I loved when my maternal great-grandmother told me in high school that there were stairs to the attic through her bedroom closet. Oh, the many times I vanished up those stairs whenever we visited. I found her older dresses, books (I still have the song book I found that was printed in the early 1900's), photos and hats. Lots of hats. I wish I had asked for some of her hats.<br />My maternal grandmother had a chest that always sat at the end of her bed. She kept special momentos in there; such as her marriage license. Insurance policies, and artwork her grandchildren made. It wasn't until the eve of my wedding that I learned she had kept the Thank You Letters I had written to her (as a 5 years old) after Christmas while I was living in Germany. I now keep those letters tucked inside her Bible on my bookshelf.<br />Lately since my mother has developed Lewy Body Dementia she has been going through the photo albums when I visit I telling me the story about each picture and who the people are. Sometimes she gets it right, sometimes she doesn't. I don't correct her because I like hearing the excitement and pleasure in her voice. She does know the stories behind each piece of jewelry. So precious.<br /><br />phoneticpanda(at)gmail (dot)comKathy Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058521531784778668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641599238951031625.post-32528677853112688102016-05-06T21:30:02.694-07:002016-05-06T21:30:02.694-07:00I loved hearing your story about your treasured su...I loved hearing your story about your treasured suitcase. I like going through old photographs. It is so much fun reliving the joy of those past days. <br /><br />I loved when my maternal great-grandmother told me in high school that there were stairs to the attic through her bedroom closet. Oh, the many times I vanished up those stairs whenever we visited. I found her older dresses, books (I still have the song book I found that was printed in the early 1900's), photos and hats. Lots of hats. I wish I had asked for some of her hats.<br />My maternal grandmother had a chest that always sat at the end of her bed. She kept special momentos in there; such as her marriage license. Insurance policies, and artwork her grandchildren made. It wasn't until the eve of my wedding that I learned she had kept the Thank You Letters I had written to her (as a 5 years old) after Christmas while I was living in Germany. I now keep those letters tucked inside her Bible on my bookshelf.<br />Lately since my mother has developed Lewy Body Dementia she has been going through the photo albums when I visit I telling me the story about each picture and who the people are. Sometimes she gets it right, sometimes she doesn't. I don't correct her because I like hearing the excitement and pleasure in her voice. She does know the stories behind each piece of jewelry. So precious.<br /><br />phoneticpanda(at)gmail (dot)comKathy Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058521531784778668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641599238951031625.post-19171466803115491612016-05-05T18:21:23.431-07:002016-05-05T18:21:23.431-07:00This sounds like an interesting and fun read. I ha...This sounds like an interesting and fun read. I haven't read any of this series and I'm looking forward to reading. <br />diannekc8(at)gmail(dot)comdiannekchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01001841784219212036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641599238951031625.post-47608854561207379842016-05-05T18:21:17.497-07:002016-05-05T18:21:17.497-07:00This sounds like an interesting and fun read. I ha...This sounds like an interesting and fun read. I haven't read any of this series and I'm looking forward to reading. <br />diannekc8(at)gmail(dot)comdiannekchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01001841784219212036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641599238951031625.post-54629839564372179822016-05-05T13:23:35.654-07:002016-05-05T13:23:35.654-07:00Thanks for sharing and for motivating me with this...Thanks for sharing and for motivating me with this post. After waiting many, many years, I finally have a grandchild. She recently turned two and I know that I need to 1. Record some of her precious moments and 2. Put in writing some of my memories of the events that made me who I am today. My favorite grandmother died when I was twelve years old and even though I have vivid memories of her as my grandmother, I really don't know what she was like in her early life. So, in case I don't have the chance to verbally tell her, I want Isabella to know what I was like as a teenager and young wife and mother. And even though I haven't traveled to far off places or met famous people, I do have a story of to tell!<br />Connie<br />cps1950(at)gmail(dot)comConnie Porter Saundershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09234596850866029756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641599238951031625.post-28229752486745237412016-05-05T10:02:27.162-07:002016-05-05T10:02:27.162-07:00I loved the stories you wrote. My mom was born wit...I loved the stories you wrote. My mom was born with pertussis when she was born in the late 20's. My grandmother contracted it while she was carrying her. You are right about the stories through a person's life. bet I have a lot to tell with six brothers! BevAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641599238951031625.post-59766096434812965272016-05-05T09:34:30.761-07:002016-05-05T09:34:30.761-07:00I sound like you. I've been creating stories s...I sound like you. I've been creating stories since I was little too. I have pictures of me sitting on the stairs surrounded by all of my dolls and stuffed animals. And I always created full stories for my Barbie dolls to act out. Thanks for having the giveaway.<br /><br />harnessrose(at)yahoo(dot)comRoseshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02123568945110660616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641599238951031625.post-42238376577795047702016-05-05T06:25:41.814-07:002016-05-05T06:25:41.814-07:00Love this post! I totally relate to life long stor...Love this post! I totally relate to life long storytelling. It's also how I started. Isn't it grand?!Barb Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00971429958935126130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641599238951031625.post-9859625121124918222016-05-05T05:27:10.475-07:002016-05-05T05:27:10.475-07:00Ellen, thanks for sharing these stories. Yes, all ...Ellen, thanks for sharing these stories. Yes, all of us are gathering material as we progress through life. Some of us--the writers-- put them on paper, while in others they simply live in our brain, waiting for something to bring them to the front. Richard Mabryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15993592219849830777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641599238951031625.post-39555878624391303622016-05-05T03:26:51.981-07:002016-05-05T03:26:51.981-07:00Talking about dolls reminds me of how my daughter ...Talking about dolls reminds me of how my daughter used to sit for hours playing with her doll house people, talking for them and, if her sister or brother happened to be playing, telling them what to do and say also. Maybe this is why she loves reading today, she can still "play make believe"! <br /><br />steveandellengray(at)yahoo(dot)comEllen Grayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15093880698994790766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641599238951031625.post-47583306693450290282016-05-05T03:08:50.453-07:002016-05-05T03:08:50.453-07:00I love looking through old photographs. The sortin...I love looking through old photographs. The sorting part is not such fun.<br /><br /> marypres(AT)gmail(DOT)com<br />Mary Prestonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02201076939557413255noreply@blogger.com