The photo below showed up this morning on my 'Facebook Memories', first posted six years ago. I don't remember posting it. I don't remember how I happened to have it in the first place (perhaps my cousin sent it?). I don't remember sitting for the photo, I don't remember where it was taken--surely either Oregon or California. I don't remember, and I can barely guess, how old I was. Three?
And yet … I do remember. I gaze at the picture and I remember in my deepest parts, and my heart is stirred with love, with gratitude, with comfort, with wistfulness, a sort or homesickness.
And yet … I do remember. I gaze at the picture and I remember in my deepest parts, and my heart is stirred with love, with gratitude, with comfort, with wistfulness, a sort or homesickness.
These precious hours
We know can't survive
But love's all that matters
While the past is alive ….
--Lost in the 50s Tonight
1 comment:
Yes cousin I sent it to you. It was taken at SLZ station. I still have the chair your mom is sitting in, subsequently reupholstered by my mom.
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