tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37429048.post8627599901627327664..comments2023-10-29T06:27:51.301-07:00Comments on Experiments in Memoir: MORE THAN RAREMartaSzabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07554422492794060801noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37429048.post-20011739603055449372013-12-09T12:11:30.418-08:002013-12-09T12:11:30.418-08:00Hello To Live That Day, thank you very much for vi...Hello To Live That Day, thank you very much for visiting, for reading, and for sending a note to let me know you were here. I too read some of your work and greatly enjoyed it -- your descriptions and observations of the details around you.... a pleasure to meet you today. with warm wishes, Marta<br />MartaSzabohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07554422492794060801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37429048.post-35835700992827547422013-12-09T11:32:00.990-08:002013-12-09T11:32:00.990-08:00"As a child I looked at what he had underline..."As a child I looked at what he had underlined and could see no reason for any of it"<br /><br />Maybe when we reach his same age... accumulate his same experience, we can then understand.<br /><br />Beautiful blog.Memories Among Other Thingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09469750879442983627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37429048.post-30119279526341278132013-10-25T11:37:47.374-07:002013-10-25T11:37:47.374-07:00And amazing to count on my fingers just now and ha...And amazing to count on my fingers just now and have to use seven of them--that's how many years since The Guru Looked Good first appeared as a blog, no? Seven years of writing and seven years of tuning in! Thank you for the steady stream of inspiration, and for always checking back in.<br /><br />Also want to add, as just one example from this particular entry, that I loved:<br /><br />"As a child I looked at what he had underlined and could see no reason for any of it. Once I asked him why he marked what he did, and he just raised his eyebrows and smiled, enjoying that he had mystified me."<br /><br />This so well captures the fascination had by those of us who as children studied the adults in our lives, saw the mystery in our parents, and grandparents, the mystery of who they were—a mystery made that much greater by their absence, even when they were alive. That deep longing to know them and connect to them that is never quite fulfilled.<br /><br />Marta, all these years later, as I read your writing, I am still right there with you. That's why I keep coming back. <br /><br />Best to you,<br />L.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37429048.post-40153317260111026842013-10-25T08:32:06.240-07:002013-10-25T08:32:06.240-07:00Dear L, thank you for this very rich comment. It i...Dear L, thank you for this very rich comment. It is much more than a comment. Thank you for telling your story in a way that I could really feel it -- the choice to let things be, and then the unpredicted twist that lays bare a bedrock layer of feeling inside the narrator of the piece. Thank you for reading so closely and for meeting me in this place of feeling, words and mystery. warmly, mMartaSzabohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07554422492794060801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37429048.post-39671678269237723312013-10-24T18:30:02.387-07:002013-10-24T18:30:02.387-07:00Marta,
My father was absent most of my life. I hav...Marta,<br />My father was absent most of my life. I have less than a handful of memories from times we were together. The last time he called me, over two decades ago, I didn't say more than Hello. The moment I heard his voice, a voice I hadn't heard in years but knew in an instant was his, I hung up. Sometime in my late twenties I wondered, do I need to see him again? Will I be okay if I get that call, when I get that call that he's died, if I hadn't seen him just one last time? I decided I'd be okay and never attempted to find him or reach out.<br />A few years ago the call came that he'd committed suicide. Learning that this was how he'd chosen to end his life told me so much about him, and myself. I am fragile in many ways, but not, I learned as fragile as him. The moment I recieved that call I felt as if our roles were reversed--as if he was my child. I wanted to protect him, but the impulse came too late. <br />Reading this just now from you, these handful of memories you share without effort, I am reminded of that bond between parent and child. Regardless of how it manifests or doesn't on the outside, its something that, in a way, can't be touched, or changed.<br />Thank you for this latest entry.<br />Best always,<br />L.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com