Comments on: Blogging: Sharing Early Memories http://thistimethisspace.com/2008/05/16/blogging-sharing-early-memories/ a personal development weblog Fri, 29 Aug 2008 17:20:41 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.5.1 By: timethief http://thistimethisspace.com/2008/05/16/blogging-sharing-early-memories/#comment-4625 timethief Fri, 20 Jun 2008 15:26:52 +0000 http://thistimethisspace.com/2008/05/16/blogging-sharing-early-memories/#comment-4625 @Susie Thanks so much for the visit and the sharing. :) @Susie
Thanks so much for the visit and the sharing. :)

]]> By: Susie http://thistimethisspace.com/2008/05/16/blogging-sharing-early-memories/#comment-4624 Susie Fri, 20 Jun 2008 13:47:50 +0000 http://thistimethisspace.com/2008/05/16/blogging-sharing-early-memories/#comment-4624 A small post, but the words speak volumes, I could visualize the sun shining through on your mothers hair. It made me recall the days before cordless phones, when one was bound to one single spot for daily conversations with relatives and friends. My mothers 3 o'clock phone call to my godmother, she sat in the corner of the kitchen, and I would sit on the floor with my head in her lap, listening to the OMG of my Aunt Jean on the other end, as they would share their daily stories. My mother would brush & comb my hair with her fingers, I can hear the laughter from the sisters in my mind as I type. A small post, but the words speak volumes, I could visualize the sun shining through on your mothers hair.

It made me recall the days before cordless phones, when one was bound to one single spot for daily conversations with relatives and friends.

My mothers 3 o’clock phone call to my godmother, she sat in the corner of the kitchen, and I would sit on the floor with my head in her lap, listening to the OMG of my Aunt Jean on the other end, as they would share their daily stories.

My mother would brush & comb my hair with her fingers, I can hear the laughter from the sisters in my mind as I type.

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