tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330762245893680745.post8916880319085948037..comments2024-03-13T13:25:01.402-07:00Comments on An Hour A Day: Packrats and Pitcherscmillshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03128598629089024454noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330762245893680745.post-41503831082480912592009-10-15T17:04:51.637-07:002009-10-15T17:04:51.637-07:00The memories are everything! And I have to confes...The memories are everything! And I have to confess that I did keep all my papers from high school and college, and my love poems to that one boy I called Apollo. . ..cmillshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03128598629089024454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330762245893680745.post-33056732027780864562009-10-14T21:38:12.058-07:002009-10-14T21:38:12.058-07:00My mother kept nothing--not even her wedding dress...My mother kept nothing--not even her wedding dress. I asked her about it once. "I'm not sure what happened to it," she replied. My guess is someone needed a wedding gown, and my mum gave it to her. <br /><br />Whenever I regret that my mum tossed my school papers, I remember that wedding dress. And I feel a bit better about my sons' poorly documented youths. Some of us just aren't packrats. But we keep the memories.Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00480968583416513772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330762245893680745.post-57974886152943637742009-10-14T05:20:00.737-07:002009-10-14T05:20:00.737-07:00I call it sort & throw. I do a lot of it and f...I call it sort & throw. I do a lot of it and find a great deal of satisfaction. Lately, I've accumulated too much stuff, and as soon as I finish the draft of this novel, I'll be in a frenzy of sort & throw. BUT I still have the first stuffed animal my mother made me--Frisky the red squirrel--and I, the tidy, am the only one in my family who does. Need I add that the rest of them envy me? Miss you today, poetry buddy.Clara Gillow Clarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10204130118900222511noreply@blogger.com