So beautiful, thank you Kim. I am missing all of my paternal and much of my maternal lineage, but I sense that they know who I am, and are looking out for me... Thanks for sharing this in @Sarah Fay's office hourse, it was a treat to find your work. Jody x
Jody, thank you so much for your thoughts. I too am glad to have found your work. I think you + I have much in common in our writing. About to post a comment over on your lawn! x
Kim, Such a relatable post for me. I have ancestors that I never knew buried in the same cemetery as my parents. Also a brother I never knew. Adding to that, I am planning a trip to Ireland that will include visiting the grave of my paternal great great grandfather in East Galway. All of his children, including my great grandfather came to the U.S during and after the Great Famine.
Pamela, thanks so much for your thoughts. I was in Ireland in the fall hoping for insight on my triple great grandparents who sailed from Derry. But alas, no leads. It was remarkable to think about all the visits we made to our father's grave, unaware of the support of our forbears on the same property.
Kim, I did the Ancestry DNA test last April but I have done a lot work on my family tree before and after that test. I also joined an East Galway Genealogy group about a year ago and was able to learn more about finding graves, where ancestors lived, etc. It's been a lot of work but I know the grave is there and where to find it. Now I just need to get over there!
Yes, the pickles are not what we remember. BUT I do remember that the tops of the barrels down on SOHO's Delancey Street in 1946 were near the sidewalk and above my eye level and, while my mom abandoned me to go to the back of the store to negotiate on deli items, the white-apron'ed man with the smile called me Butch as he reached in and pulled out a free sample of a half-sour that was as large as my 4 year-old whole hand... THANKS FOR "PLUCKED A PICKLE". Earl earl@sedlik.com
Lovely and I remember the deli from another story you wrote. Just listened to an interview with Patti Smith about visiting the graves of writers, and her mother - this makes me think of it.
So beautiful, thank you Kim. I am missing all of my paternal and much of my maternal lineage, but I sense that they know who I am, and are looking out for me... Thanks for sharing this in @Sarah Fay's office hourse, it was a treat to find your work. Jody x
Jody, thank you so much for your thoughts. I too am glad to have found your work. I think you + I have much in common in our writing. About to post a comment over on your lawn! x
very poignant and powerful, Kim. LOve the ending
Terry, thank you so much for making your way here and for sharing your thoughts.
Kim, Such a relatable post for me. I have ancestors that I never knew buried in the same cemetery as my parents. Also a brother I never knew. Adding to that, I am planning a trip to Ireland that will include visiting the grave of my paternal great great grandfather in East Galway. All of his children, including my great grandfather came to the U.S during and after the Great Famine.
Pamela, thanks so much for your thoughts. I was in Ireland in the fall hoping for insight on my triple great grandparents who sailed from Derry. But alas, no leads. It was remarkable to think about all the visits we made to our father's grave, unaware of the support of our forbears on the same property.
Kim, I did the Ancestry DNA test last April but I have done a lot work on my family tree before and after that test. I also joined an East Galway Genealogy group about a year ago and was able to learn more about finding graves, where ancestors lived, etc. It's been a lot of work but I know the grave is there and where to find it. Now I just need to get over there!
Dear Kim:
Yes, the pickles are not what we remember. BUT I do remember that the tops of the barrels down on SOHO's Delancey Street in 1946 were near the sidewalk and above my eye level and, while my mom abandoned me to go to the back of the store to negotiate on deli items, the white-apron'ed man with the smile called me Butch as he reached in and pulled out a free sample of a half-sour that was as large as my 4 year-old whole hand... THANKS FOR "PLUCKED A PICKLE". Earl earl@sedlik.com
This story is THE BEST! I love all the detail + it makes me miss you + Miz Charyl so much. I do hope our paths will cross soon. Big hug.
Lovely and I remember the deli from another story you wrote. Just listened to an interview with Patti Smith about visiting the graves of writers, and her mother - this makes me think of it.
and this is yet another deli! They keep surfacing as I scribble...xo