What a beautiful and poignant story --made even better by your elegant reading. I have wanted to try an audio. Were you able to read it through in one take?
Really, Sharron, this is a marvelous piece. Thank you.
What a wonderful approach. . .and very fitting for me. I spent the weekend with four generations of my family: me - our daughter, her sons, and my great-granddaughter. I am rather awe struck with that reality.
Well, that was certainly some bed! Our bed is not THAT old, but we were given the frame 46 years ago during our first year of marriage. Our 2nd daughter's teeth marks are still at the bottom wooden slat. This is because we had her sleeping at the foot of our bed in a small folding bed for 8 months. At about 6 months she learned to pull herself up, and then she'd stand there grinding her new tiny teeth on the edge of the frame while she stared at us until we awoke. .... I treasure those memories of awaking to her shiny sweet face at our feet, and I still enjoy seeing those little teeth marks on the frame - even though our "baby" is now 43!
Wow, indeed. This is a nicely written piece centered on something as mundane as a bed and it's long history. As a side note: I've got to appreciate how durable that bed is. Great work, by the way
Beautiful story, Sharron. I thought about the picture of my Husband’s grandmother, taken when she was just about 19 years old. It hangs over our bed, in the cabin she lived in, back in the 1940’s to the 1960’s. Many people, family members and friends, have slept in this little bedroom over the years. I feel such a sense of belonging, as I lay here. ❤️
I love this story, Sharron. It’s epic in scope, and I think it’s brilliant that it spans generations. It reminds me of a book I read a long time ago called We, the Drowned. It was written by a Danish author named Carsten Jensen. The novel is really more of an epic that focuses on a coastal town, and how the town and its people evolve over the course of time.
What a family history to start my day, thank you Sharron. Love that a daughter is carrying on the legacy.
.. whoa there ! 🦎🏴☠️
Mortality. Enjoy the part you get. New driver's license picture shows the depth of denial.
I love the piercing reflection of life and history….. and her homage to it.
What a beautiful and poignant story --made even better by your elegant reading. I have wanted to try an audio. Were you able to read it through in one take?
Really, Sharron, this is a marvelous piece. Thank you.
What a wonderful approach. . .and very fitting for me. I spent the weekend with four generations of my family: me - our daughter, her sons, and my great-granddaughter. I am rather awe struck with that reality.
This cut through the nonsense we think is important and shows what really is.
Well, that was certainly some bed! Our bed is not THAT old, but we were given the frame 46 years ago during our first year of marriage. Our 2nd daughter's teeth marks are still at the bottom wooden slat. This is because we had her sleeping at the foot of our bed in a small folding bed for 8 months. At about 6 months she learned to pull herself up, and then she'd stand there grinding her new tiny teeth on the edge of the frame while she stared at us until we awoke. .... I treasure those memories of awaking to her shiny sweet face at our feet, and I still enjoy seeing those little teeth marks on the frame - even though our "baby" is now 43!
Lovely piece. Thanks 🙏
Wow. This one may top my list of Sharron Bassano favorites.
So powerful. Thank you!!!!
Wow, indeed. This is a nicely written piece centered on something as mundane as a bed and it's long history. As a side note: I've got to appreciate how durable that bed is. Great work, by the way
Beautiful story, Sharron. I thought about the picture of my Husband’s grandmother, taken when she was just about 19 years old. It hangs over our bed, in the cabin she lived in, back in the 1940’s to the 1960’s. Many people, family members and friends, have slept in this little bedroom over the years. I feel such a sense of belonging, as I lay here. ❤️
I love this story, Sharron. It’s epic in scope, and I think it’s brilliant that it spans generations. It reminds me of a book I read a long time ago called We, the Drowned. It was written by a Danish author named Carsten Jensen. The novel is really more of an epic that focuses on a coastal town, and how the town and its people evolve over the course of time.
Beautiful sentiment. Our ancestors. Birth,life and death.