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By pia
The only way I could easily figure out how to include comments for the post two above. I’m especially technically challenged today
This was wonderful. It is so nice to hear about someone that was as excited about books as I was at that age. It is also nice to hear about someone else that twirled their hair. Did I mention that I am mostly Irish? The other part of me is American Indian. My grandma was a Bixler, who were related to the Wentworths and the Gatemy’s? All I know is that my mom claims one of the big parks in Chicago used to belong to my relative and that there is now a Wentworth avenue. She said that they used to leave my grandma lots of money, but that she would go crazy buying cars and stuff. She said that women back in those days never got their hands on money. I say that she was manic, but that would embarrass mom to death. I love reading about your parents. Do tell us more.
Pia – I LOVE your stories. I really identified with it! I was that same 11 year old! 🙂
Ah…I remember back then, oh so well. My aunt and uncle used to fly me up to Potsdam, NY every summer on Mohawk Airlines. DC 3’s back then, out of Newark. I have a lot of fond memories. You might have coaxed a little story out of me to be told sometime in the near future. You have a way of doing that to people, Pia.
beautiful story Pia- as are most of your reminesences. Whenever I need a break from the grind and grit of our corrupted world, it’s nice to read your words. thanks!
i just love reading about your relationship with your dad & how you looked up to him.
you’ve got such an amazing way of telling stories, i was there with you guys in the room, watching the movie.
thanks for taking us into your most treasured memories.
wow thats really lovely pia!!
I was clumsy with sports of any kind as well, as well as a terrible book worm (still am!). I was also really crap at making new friends so luckily my parents didn’t move till I was 16 and could cope with it.
You really bring people and places alive. and you *should* have made the honours class no?
I love your stories. My childhood was totally different being the oldest of 5 girls and growing up in the country. Heck I was 15 before I ever went to a fair or a movie. Your recall of detail is amazing.
mesmerizing!