snippeteers' reactions to
'the way we were'
"OK, so by the time I finished reading, I needed tissues! Having my oldest graduate high school - and this past year as she exerts continual independence - roll eyes! I am constantly thinking about the way it was. I know this is part of life's rhythms and I wouldn't want her to never leave ... but, wow! She has been just a tad bit nasty about it. So I have been focusing on the way it was ... and the way I hope it will be again! Hope. My 'word' for this year."
~ name withheld
"You, your sisters, and brother, but most of all, your Dad. God Bless his soul and your sweet mother, Gina. They always had an open house for all. Oh! How we miss those days. Thanks for the memories. With love!"
~ Joan in Clearwater, Florida
"Beautifully put! Smile and enjoy your fond memories. So many people do not understand the angst to recreate the moments ... because they did not have a happy childhood️."
~ Tina in California ♥️
"Beautiful job writing about our beloved Fox Hill Road. It brought tears to my eyes. I can’t think of our home without choking up. But yes, those are some sweet memories."
~ Paula in Pennsylvania
"Another beautiful and nostalgic snippet. That song brings tears to my eyes, too, and so do the memories. Which leads me to another song: Thanks for the Memories." ♥️
~ Phyllis in Maryland
"Today's snippet is so true ... many of us have been through divorces, kids with ''issues,' and family members with illnesses, BUT living through them and looking back only with disdain, anger, etc., takes a lot more energy than recalling the good memories. At one time there was a happy wedding day, little ones taking their first steps as they ran toward us with open arms, and birthday dinners celebrated with those same family members. Use your energy to recall those moments."
~ joanne in new york
"Through tears I am writing this. That song, The Way We Were, was the song the Class of '75 sang at graduation from our beloved IND [Institute of Notre Dame] that closed last year. And as sad as I am about all of it, I will always remember my four years as four of the best of my life. The school was 173 years old and held so many memories for so many women. I still haven't accepted that my alma mater will be no longer open. I have gone down and visited one more time - gotten a few mementos (a wooden desk chair) and said my sad goodbyes. My sisters have gone more than once. I just cannot say goodbye any more. I thank you for this snippet ... I am blessed with the happy memories of a simpler time and lifelong friends that were made."
~ love, Cathy in Maryland
"Wow, that one got me, I can feel the tears. I loved your good memories. I lived in four different places growing up ... one in Highlandtown whereI had tons of playmates, went to St. Elizabeth's School, and found my best friend. My mom and I would walk to my grandma's to shop at the corner store. I'd see my Grandma Rose, my favorite aunt and uncle, and cousins. The owners of the store were sweet and let me behind the candy counter to pick what I wanted. At home, I had a big yard full of toys and kids, we played quietly on the clean marble steps or rode our bikes up and down the alley. The parties were great with all the family gathered; and in the summer, we basically lived at the shore house in Bowleys Quarters, getting dirty, swimming, boating, and fishing.
The next house, near Immaculate Heart of Mary, was happy as a family. My relatives came over every Saturday. During my teen years we moved again ... started public school ... it's the only house I've driven by ... lots of fond memories of my mom, dad, and grandfather who lived with us ... great family times. I have decided to put the meh memories behind me and keep those great times in my heart forever ... what great parents and grandparents I had, no matter where we lived. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and bringing back mine."
~ Karan in Middle River, Maryland
