Since I have photo albums that were handed down from my grandmother . . . I have some rather old pictures. Not the oldest pictures ever. The oldest ones that I’ve found are from 1934. Just a regular sort of old but still interesting.
I’m not sure how I ended up with some of the photo albums. Probably because I’m the only one interested in them. She did have a recipe book that everyone wanted to take a peek at, except for me. Well, I would like the recipe for the double chocolate coconut cookies.
I looked through some of the photo albums. I was hoping that I had these specific pictures. I’m so glad that I do!
You receive a gift that is bittersweet and makes you nostalgic.
What is it?
Any poetry books by Pablo Neruda would make me feel nostalgic for love, not exactly unrequited. It didn’t go anywhere – sort of like when you’re in love at summer camp and then you move back to your regular life in your regular town. But you know it happened. Then you forget about that feeling until you find a book of poems by Neruda. What do you do with that feeling? Can we keep it boxed up in a book of poems until we want to remember again?
Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music
— that transports you back to childhood.
Whenever I hear Peter, Paul and Mary, it reminds me of singing and dancing in the basement. I think I might have started listening to my mom’s eight tracks when I was about five years old.
Even at that age, I thought I understood the heartache in “Leaving on a Jet Plane.” It’s still one of my favorites.
I listened to “Puff the Magic Dragon” about a million times. There was an animated series in 1978 that I probably watched. I don’t remember watching it. Some say the song is about marijuana. Maybe. I was four or five and I wanted to live with a dragon in the land of Honalee. If someone said, “Hey, let’s go to Honalee.” I would be on the next plane.