Sometimes a pen is just a pen. And sometimes it isn’t. Freud notwithstanding, Jake knew there was something odd about this pen. It was a lovely pen — an antique he had inherited from his grandfather. It had to have been special to him, though Jake had never seen it before.
What a beautiful story. I can easily believe the stories are real. But what I thought about as I read it was my mom. At 94, my mom is the last of her generation in our family and luckily she is very 'with it' and has a fantastic memory. She's going into Facebook now, on a regular basis, and writing stories about our family and her growing up. Stories about her brothers and sisters so that her nieces and nephews, and I, have that window into the past. We feel very lucky. I am saving them so that I can create a book. I would love a chance, however, to correspond with my Grandma on my dad's side. I am her namesake but she died long before I was born. Oh, how wonderful it would be to find out about early life on the prairie, a homesteader wife with 4 children. And to get to know her. Your stories are always thought provoking, whether speaking to joy or challenges, they draw me to the end. Thank you for allowing me into this world.
It's unfortunately that we usually don't gain an appreciation for the past until we're older, and by then it's often too late to ask the questions. My mom didn't talk a lot about the past, even when prompted. When she did, the stories were wonderful. Her father gave her her love of birds, which stayed with her all her life. She passed that on to two of my brothers. I've only in recent years really become more interested in wild birds, though I kept parrots for a long time. I would love a magic pen. Think of what you could learn.
What a beautiful story. I can easily believe the stories are real. But what I thought about as I read it was my mom. At 94, my mom is the last of her generation in our family and luckily she is very 'with it' and has a fantastic memory. She's going into Facebook now, on a regular basis, and writing stories about our family and her growing up. Stories about her brothers and sisters so that her nieces and nephews, and I, have that window into the past. We feel very lucky. I am saving them so that I can create a book. I would love a chance, however, to correspond with my Grandma on my dad's side. I am her namesake but she died long before I was born. Oh, how wonderful it would be to find out about early life on the prairie, a homesteader wife with 4 children. And to get to know her. Your stories are always thought provoking, whether speaking to joy or challenges, they draw me to the end. Thank you for allowing me into this world.
It's unfortunately that we usually don't gain an appreciation for the past until we're older, and by then it's often too late to ask the questions. My mom didn't talk a lot about the past, even when prompted. When she did, the stories were wonderful. Her father gave her her love of birds, which stayed with her all her life. She passed that on to two of my brothers. I've only in recent years really become more interested in wild birds, though I kept parrots for a long time. I would love a magic pen. Think of what you could learn.