November 11, 2009

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Comment by Donna Stumpo on February 20, 2010 at 6:09pm

Thank you! This was about my dad's mother, "Gram" as we called her. She was eccentric and a little bohemian, loved to drink white russians, always had too many.....she loved me so much. When I think of how much she loved me, it breaks me. She was the only one who could make me feel loved back then when I was little. Everything else felt contrived, or fake, or mostly, just didn't feel like anything at all.......Gram would pull out all the stops for me. When I came to visit, she would knock herself out, trying to make me happy. Our visits never lasted long, and she would always send me home with some wildly innapropriate gift (a bottle of Estee Lauder for a 6 year old?!?!) She got me a cashmere sweater when I was in second grade; my mother wouldn't let me wear it. It was put up in a closet with mothballs........And the money!!!!!! Always money, way more than a kid that age should have had! She loved me, and made damn sure that I knew it. Looking back, I know why that was such a gift. I wish I could still talk to her now........

Comment by Jodie Ann Christiansen on February 20, 2010 at 11:04am

secrets known and never spoken.......comfortable in letting it all out...here...???? we all have secrets that refresh our hurt button

Comment by Janet Stinson Therrien on November 11, 2009 at 8:02pm

I feel my senses moving. Nice work Donna. :)

Comment by wiffledust on November 11, 2009 at 7:22pm

oh donna...this is really beautiful. i like the figurines and pralines and the small reprieve from hell. sometimes it's everything to have someone notice you're there, huh?