tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923792986438866285.post1839226001274632161..comments2024-01-01T08:56:57.641-08:00Comments on Periphery: The Gift of MemoryTangledLouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04771682524596744447noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923792986438866285.post-54538755311571369332011-12-16T15:21:22.786-08:002011-12-16T15:21:22.786-08:00Oh, and @Jewels - I hear you. My favorite Christma...Oh, and @Jewels - I hear you. My favorite Christmas is when I totaled our car a week before T-giving and then we had a giant snowstorm, so we had to do everything on foot. Perfect, snuggly warm pace.TangledLouhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04771682524596744447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923792986438866285.post-21508308270531910212011-12-16T15:18:36.794-08:002011-12-16T15:18:36.794-08:00Wow! Thanks, all for all of the kind words and sha...Wow! Thanks, all for all of the kind words and sharing your memories, too!<br />@Mark and sebtown294 - Welcome! I'm honored that you're reading!<br />@Helene - Your comment made my day. Thank you.<br />@Jane - It's probably just a centipede in your eye. ;) Mongused!TangledLouhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04771682524596744447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923792986438866285.post-30497612114544665762011-12-16T12:59:45.407-08:002011-12-16T12:59:45.407-08:00No, I'm not crying. I just have something stuc...No, I'm not crying. I just have something stuck in my eye. <br /><br />Fine. I'm crying. Good work. :)<br /><br />PS mongusedJust Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02861216483398553225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923792986438866285.post-74906588932811428192011-12-15T14:29:00.707-08:002011-12-15T14:29:00.707-08:00So very true. My parents cringe when I say that my...So very true. My parents cringe when I say that my most memorable Christmas was the year my dad was out of work. It was a horrible year for them, but to me, it was still magical and memorable.Julie DeMillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17929034148906710834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923792986438866285.post-41927253060169883172011-12-15T10:52:48.833-08:002011-12-15T10:52:48.833-08:00Now that. Was beautiful! Wow.Now that. Was beautiful! Wow.Larissa T.https://www.blogger.com/profile/18054129254135419707noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923792986438866285.post-31380339543586632262011-12-15T10:41:46.347-08:002011-12-15T10:41:46.347-08:00I really needed to read this post today so thank y...I really needed to read this post today so thank you for sharing it with your readers. I get too caught up in staging the perfect activities with my kids, in the hopes that it will cause them to have happy memories of their childhood but you are so right. It's not the perfect moments that they'll probably remember and that's okay.Helenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10743718606624231459noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923792986438866285.post-87750330045576092052011-12-15T05:22:53.430-08:002011-12-15T05:22:53.430-08:00And, ps, I am really drawn to your whatever you ca...And, ps, I am really drawn to your whatever you call it : Out of the corner of your eye is where the magic happens. LOVE it.Graciewildehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00142582724233027386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923792986438866285.post-5303571330873715232011-12-15T05:21:17.931-08:002011-12-15T05:21:17.931-08:00This is such a poignant post. You create terrific ...This is such a poignant post. You create terrific images and make me want to write about memories. I actually do often thing about how the little things become the big memories and how we don't' know which of the little daily things will end up as treasured memories. Why is it, for example, that one particular summer afternoon when I was ten and playing in a backyard pool lodges in my memory? Nothing special about that day but it stays with me. Thanks for sharing this. I look forward to reading more from you.Graciewildehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00142582724233027386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923792986438866285.post-62638534187674679752011-12-15T00:19:56.915-08:002011-12-15T00:19:56.915-08:00My mom raised nine of us, and one of my most cheri...My mom raised nine of us, and one of my most cherished memories is how she used to find time on Christmas Eve, every year, to make the Christmas morning coffee cake, while "sighing and stressing in the kitchen, trying to make everything perfect." Well, every year, it seemed, she'd end up "cremating" the coffee cake, not terribly, but just a tad. The ongoing joke was to what degree the coffee cake was cremated. We were smart enough to recognize, that she didn't make it for herself, and it was still vastly surpassing excellent..Mark O'Neillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16295762252612104201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923792986438866285.post-84494369539080706242011-12-14T21:35:08.993-08:002011-12-14T21:35:08.993-08:00This is just gorgeous and so, so true. So often we...This is just gorgeous and so, so true. So often we spend so much time and energy on the Big Moments and overlook the fact that it's really the little moments that stick with us and really help to make us who we are.Masked Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923792986438866285.post-32015893938637866662011-12-14T17:58:09.328-08:002011-12-14T17:58:09.328-08:00What a lovely post! I felt like I was right there ...What a lovely post! I felt like I was right there watching the scene with your father, you decsribed it so well. One of my first childhood memories is of sitting on my Grandfather's lap (he died when I was 4) and of his giving me warm, sticky smarties from his vest pocket, that he had been saving for me.cdnkarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12300104667616840616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923792986438866285.post-41952308379454782762011-12-14T17:48:06.591-08:002011-12-14T17:48:06.591-08:00This is so sweet. Your Dad sounds like a great guy...This is so sweet. Your Dad sounds like a great guy. <br /><br />One of my favorite memories of my husband is when I was trying to teach him to pop his gum. We were driving along I-15 somewhere between Salt Lake City and the Idaho state line and while I was driving, I told him "stretch the gum across your teeth and sort of suck in." He tried. suck ... suck ... THOOP ... cough, cough ... I guess I'd forgotten to tell him the gum goes on the OUTSIDE of the teeth!<br /><br />One of my clearest memories of my Mom is staying home from school one day watching soap operas and eating pickles & malted milk balls. I had no idea why it was good until 20 years later and I had a fierce PMS attack. Everything clicked with that memory then.Margihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00380912871792176901noreply@blogger.com