Memories and sketches…

Memories. They have a way of popping up at random times in life. A reason? I’d like to think so, maybe more of a reminder, a needed lookback when you just need to recall things positive, perhaps?

Recently, The Husband (as he’s known in my writing world) needed linseed oil for a repair project. I recalled my high school art case, tucked away up in our attic and gave him exact “PPS” (my version of navigation) directions. Up he went, promptly located the wooden case, and brought it down, asking “when was the last time you opened this?”. I ignored him, and for good reason; he’s like our attic police chief, each time he ventures up there, there is some interrogation from above as to the origins/necessity of every damn thing he ends up climbing over. Come on now, it’s an attic, you know, the epicenter of storage for things seasonal, useful and plumb forgotton about? Kind of like the center console or glove compartment in the car, or, that one drawer in the kitchen?

In any event, my art case was handed to me, the linseed oil given to the attic warden and I pulled out a sketch book while thinking back to art work I left at my late mother’s home years ago. Sadly, during her rampage with Alzheimer’s, much of my work was discarded by her, mainly because she had no idea where it came from or who it belonged to…that person being me.

Tucked in between the pages of the book were two charcoal sketches I did, way back in the 60’s, both of sailboats. One sketch was of a vessel belonging to my late father, a 36′ Gaff Rigged Cutter and that bit of artwork was done from a photograph taken during a cruise on Long Island Sound, here in New York. The odd memory which presented itself was the date I again found these old sketches, July 7th, the very date my father purchased his sailboat, back in 1963.

Memories can be an emotional road trip; even bittersweet ones are better than nothing.

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Throwback Thursday: Share an old photo and let it inspire your blog post

If time allows…

If nothing else, this long-winding pandemic has given us all time to think.  And look back on so much of what we’ve easily taken for granted.

Travel, for one.  Visiting far-away family and being part of special events in their lives.

Last May, into June, was one occasion.  A big one at that.  Our oldest grandson’s graduation from high school.  To be part of his celebration was a gift and a blessing, especially since so many other families have had this precious time taken away this year, due to this damn virus. 

It was an incredible day.  Whether it’s your child or a grandchild, that burst of pride that creeps up in your chest, slowly taking your breath away as their name is called, and they walk across the stage, is something we’ve all experienced…and treasure.

Jake's Graduation-2019

Graduation was followed by a visit to the University of Florida, our grandson’s next stop on the way to his future as a DVM.  We enjoyed a tour of the campus with a special stop at Ben Hill Griffin Stadium and a visit to the college bookstore and some fun photos with our youngest grandchild.





One special thing about Gainesville, Florida (for me) aside from UF is that Tom Petty was born and raised there.  Yes, I am a diehard fan.  Always was, always will be and…the visit couldn’t have ended better than with a stop at Tom Petty Park.



So, there you have it.  One year ago, a few days to gather memories and conjure up much wishful thinking for the chance to do it all again. 

If time allows.


workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Throwback Thursday: Choose a photo from a previous June and write!
One photo just wasn’t enough to share all the special memories from June of 2019.  Looking back from where we’re all sitting or self-distancing now, in 2020, it almost seems like an eternity, not just one year.



Fond memories of what once was are often much better than what actually took place.  So are dreams.


Time does that.  It tends to erase so much.  Like, romanticizing things.   Almost in an attempt to blanket all that might have been painful so long ago.  And, those situations we wish could have had happier endings.  Dreams are much like old photo albums.  With each turn of the page, a moment jumps out at us.  It lingers for a while, softening into a cloud of wishful thinking.


And memories.  Like raking leaves every Autumn, when we reach into a pile and pick out the prettiest ones, stopping to admire their vibrant colors before gently sweeping them into a mound.  Then, we watch the wind carry them away. 



Fond memories of what once was are often much better than what actually took place.  So are dreams.






My choice from Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…..Write a post that begins and ends with the same sentence.