tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946203290826130992.post297172592173823111..comments2024-03-22T03:08:36.361-07:00Comments on The View from My Broom: Stephanie Friezehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317117338063884811noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946203290826130992.post-33354660343023708492012-05-29T18:26:19.714-07:002012-05-29T18:26:19.714-07:00It was a homey kind of '50s kitchen--the sort ...It was a homey kind of '50s kitchen--the sort my grandmother would have had and she lived in about 45 different houses during her life and I'm not familiar with all of them. I don't know about my friend's dream. In hers there was a family reunion going on, but I had my grandmother to myself. Hey, if heaven is a kitchen, I've got no problem with that. My mother wasn't there because she's still got a kitchen (albeit a postage stamp size) on Earth. I was very comforted by my visit with my grandmother as were Susan and Terrie with their dreams. Unlike you, I choose to believe that those we love exist still on an astrial plane where sometimes the veil thins.Stephanie Friezehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04317117338063884811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946203290826130992.post-3269192288445491752012-05-29T09:08:17.259-07:002012-05-29T09:08:17.259-07:00Stephanie,
In the kitchen, were there modern appl...Stephanie,<br /><br />In the kitchen, were there modern appliances, or a wood stove and always present tea kettle? Lanterns, or incandescent? Do you see yourself visiting in your kitchen, or your childrens? And why wasn't your mother at her mother's kitchen? LOL<br />I love the thought, but truly believe dreams are generated, live and die with us. No outside source needed.<br />JamieJamiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14136043987969868573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946203290826130992.post-57927449490721514132012-05-25T13:54:33.137-07:002012-05-25T13:54:33.137-07:00May 30th was known as Decoration Day, also, in the...May 30th was known as Decoration Day, also, in the small town I come from in Rhode Island. It was always a special day to put geraniums on all the family graves. We would make a family outing of it. Both my Father and Grandfather served our country, Dad in the navy in WW2, Grandpa in the army in WWI. There was always a parade through town with sailors from Newport and an army band, too. The scouts, volunteer ambulance drivers and veterans all marched. At the cemetery there were speeches and taps was played by a lone tumpeteer. It was very moving, even to a child. I always think of those years when we celebrate on other days. I miss having things on the actual day. Oh, well.Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16104209407172978249noreply@blogger.com