What a lovely micro-memoir, Charlotte. It has such a strong sense of longing, sense of place, friendship. Reading it is like a song rolling off the tongue (“… scattered from our ribbon cane murmurs”). Absolutely beautiful. DS
Thanks, Deb! It’s occurred to me that I write most about my childhood (because it was unusual, I guess) but almost nothing about my working adult years. This came to mind. I loved my job there but the company didn’t return after Katrina.
What a lovely micro-memoir, Charlotte. It has such a strong sense of longing, sense of place, friendship. Reading it is like a song rolling off the tongue (“… scattered from our ribbon cane murmurs”). Absolutely beautiful. DS
Thanks, Deb! It’s occurred to me that I write most about my childhood (because it was unusual, I guess) but almost nothing about my working adult years. This came to mind. I loved my job there but the company didn’t return after Katrina.
Love your mini memoir. And I loved CCR in junior high and still love Fogerty. My son went to a party at his house once, and I was so jealous!
Thank you! Now I’m jealous of your son, too! I discovered a Tiny Desk concert on YouTube yesterday that John did recently. It was cool!
Thanks, I found it and will watch it later! Yeah, my son was there for one of his kids. A friend of a friend.
When I hear CCR, I’m right back. Every single time. :)
Right!