Tangerines and elephants
Mar. 11th, 2010 05:00 pmThis morning I woke up with my grandpa's voice singing a medley of Credence Clearwater Revival songs in my head. He sang "Looking Out My Back Door" and "Up Around the Bend" and, just as I was waking up, "Bad Moon Rising."
Of course he didn't sing the right words to "Bad Moon Rising." He never did. He loved mistaken lyrics.
I think in some families this would be a disturbing experience, but I found it very comforting. Settling.
Of course he didn't sing the right words to "Bad Moon Rising." He never did. He loved mistaken lyrics.
I think in some families this would be a disturbing experience, but I found it very comforting. Settling.
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Date: 2010-03-12 12:56 am (UTC)Késmárk is pretty small, isolated, and has a bit of history itself. I think at one point this week I was (might have been) looking at church my great grandparents got married in.
* We have to write about the experiences of our family from 1900 to now and I am doing this from the angle of four women: great grandma Rose, her daughter Julia, Julia's daughter Sharon, and then myself(not my choice to write about me but part of requirement of the paper.)
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