tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095391922604035629.post8310614433529723794..comments2024-03-28T21:18:22.958-04:00Comments on truth and beauty: Flashback: Age 19, Summer of 1980Alice Garbarini Hurleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00200746626686412315noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095391922604035629.post-55264058661569813272011-07-26T15:38:34.478-04:002011-07-26T15:38:34.478-04:00Lin, Aunt Ann, Nicole--thank you for the sweet not...Lin, Aunt Ann, Nicole--thank you for the sweet notes. Lin, I clearly remember you visiting! That was sweet. Aunt Ann, my mom sure had Irish humor and language. Kim, I know! I can't believe I was attracted to a guy with a typewriter and then much later, along came H. with his. Eileen, thank you...I wrote it now....but tried to make it sound as though I was writing it then. I have Nikki, 9, with me in the car right now, and we are going to the National Seashore Visitor Center, then bike path to beach with Nik's mom/my friend, Anne. love, aliceAlice Garbarini Hurleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00200746626686412315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095391922604035629.post-6521042730662394682011-07-26T10:52:57.970-04:002011-07-26T10:52:57.970-04:00Alice, this is amazing and haunting all at once. E...Alice, this is amazing and haunting all at once. Even though it must be painful to read, how wonderful to have such a detailed record of ordinary days with your mom. <br /><br />On a lighter note, you were really developing your "voice" at this time. It sounds like you. :)Eileennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095391922604035629.post-91293409564729160072011-07-26T09:47:59.805-04:002011-07-26T09:47:59.805-04:00Alice! The attraction to the typewriter guy! Sound...Alice! The attraction to the typewriter guy! Sound familiar!KCFhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00685155860282341767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095391922604035629.post-40862698274962726832011-07-26T09:34:59.972-04:002011-07-26T09:34:59.972-04:00so sweet, honey. made me cry this morning remembe...so sweet, honey. made me cry this morning remembering sweet memories of my dad. xoxonicole mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17494355085021864305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095391922604035629.post-48976332146570366502011-07-26T09:10:32.610-04:002011-07-26T09:10:32.610-04:00Dear Alice,what abeautiful post.So wonderful you s...Dear Alice,what abeautiful post.So wonderful you spent that precious private time with your Mom.<br />You brought some tears to my eyes as you remembered your dear Mother.The Irish sure have a way with words.The other half the Italian is the artist.<br />We to love the Cape and I get much pleasure in reading about places we know and miss up there.<br />Stay well and relax.<br />Love Aunt Annapnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095391922604035629.post-69658861943320410472011-07-26T08:59:48.769-04:002011-07-26T08:59:48.769-04:00That's "your" comment section... oop...That's "your" comment section... oops! Another typo.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13304860194704479070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095391922604035629.post-8379148026155312342011-07-26T08:58:28.299-04:002011-07-26T08:58:28.299-04:00(I posted a comment and quickly removed it because...(I posted a comment and quickly removed it because I noticed a typo. Sorry if I messed up you comment section :)<br /><br /><br />Alice. I am so glad that you chose to share this memory. While it’s sad, it’s nice, too – the last precious days that you had your mom all to yourself, at a place that you love. It must have been emotional to write this. Reading it has brought tears to my eyes.<br /><br />You have previously referenced the exchange about the sunscreen; it must still bother you. Please know that we all have things in our lives, small and large, that we wish we would have done or said something different. And you were only 19.<br /><br />Thank you for a glimpse of my aunt in a place that I’ve never been. We talked about this before, but I am glad that I did get to visit her late that October, before I moved to Alaska. That’s my last memory of her, a brave woman sitting in the chair by the front door in your living room, graciously hosting guests and smiling when she probably felt like crap.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13304860194704479070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095391922604035629.post-58448408993486240192011-07-26T08:55:28.554-04:002011-07-26T08:55:28.554-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13304860194704479070noreply@blogger.com