This is lovely and evocative, for sure. You were and are so blessed. Thank you sharing it. I will go on to say that the number 33 is relevant to the mighty Billy Strings, also. Check him out if you don't know his music. It was the number on his grandfather's race car and his guitar and now forever tattooed on Billy's arm. I love that the number shows up in your story, too. Thanks for all the beauty.
This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing this with us.
Thank you so much for reading it! Means a lot.
So evocative! What a lovely tribute to your childhood.
I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
This is lovely and evocative, for sure. You were and are so blessed. Thank you sharing it. I will go on to say that the number 33 is relevant to the mighty Billy Strings, also. Check him out if you don't know his music. It was the number on his grandfather's race car and his guitar and now forever tattooed on Billy's arm. I love that the number shows up in your story, too. Thanks for all the beauty.
Ooh, I absolutely will. Thanks for the hat tip in that direction!
love this! a beautiful reminder of all the small things that really do make life magical
The last two lines!!!! Holy moly. I can relate to this so much. This makes me wanna write more about my childhood.
Love!
Oof, 33. There's something magic in the spaces where our dad's things don't quite fit, isn't there?
And, it's a gorgeous easter egg in regards to your Father's Day Signal Fire that made me tear up on the bus to work.
Also, I never knew you pronounced "cicada" as the Brits do "data". Huh. As always, big thanks for sharing your extraordinary heartbeats.
Wait, there's another way to pronounce cicada?! How does everyone else?!
Thank you, as always for being here, and for your insight you offer so kindly to the rest of us.
Oh, we drag & flatten our letters in Oz, I think. So most of you say day-ta & we say dar-tah, so cicada rhymes with that.
(You bet I used some of my triumphant return to my Gym Dream House to work out how to break that down & not sound like an up themselves so and so.)
Oh my heart, I felt I was there with you. Wow, so lovely and your parents...I imagine the love pouring from them.
Just beautiful.
So strange to me how each memory or phrase, if you will, takes me back to that place in time…. Smells, sounds and even emotions…… thank you!