Ooooh man as an 80s baby I felt this!! It's so true! As we grow up we tend to lose ourselves!! And taking about family treasures!! Oh I absolutely love everything i have been given!! Im not the go to the store to buy house things person!! Everything I own is a family treasure or someone else's family treasure that their family didn't want!! I love rescuing those unwanted heirlooms from thrift stores or garage sales or online!! The latest rescue was a Yixing tea set someone inherited from their grandma!! Never opened never used but no longer wanted!! I saw it on marketplace and my beautiful daughter in law bought it for me!! I use it every single day for my beloved oolong tea 😆 this is such a great read!! The nostalgia hit me!! There are so many layers to unpack!! Sharing with us about the passing away of your mom and the struggles within the family brought me to tears!! This whole peice is so incredibly moving!! From start to finish such a wonderful read!!
Honestly my pleasure thank you for offering up some amazing reading!! I absolutely loved your peices!! 🥰😍🤩 you are just so talented!! And the things you write about truly resonate with me!!
I really hope that you will learn to play the banjo, being able to play music is one of the best ways I know of to connect with a higher power. I'm at my most calm and joyful when playing music, there is something really spiritual about it and I think you will find the same thing. Very nice post. 🌞👍😊
Hi Dear Cori, your writing is so heartfelt and evocative and certainly reflects what we all feel, as we get older. My Mom died overnight in 1966 and literally all I have from her is her writing in the King James Bible she gave me when I was 10 or 11 and one cup and saucer from her "good china". My Dad, the same, only one handkerchief. As a Boomer, large generation, we were roaring much of the time and attempting to escape the Vietnam War, which shattered so many of us and took my brother Tom in 1968. Life certainly does not wait for any of us. While at 72, I long for Home with God, I will continue to write as much as I can, sharing many of the difficult lessons I learned by being stubborn and rebellious. Most of us realistically learn by doing...but learn, we do. Thank you for such a wonderful "call to arms" for us all, none of us is guaranteed the next sunrise or sunset. God bless and keep you, Wendy
Cori, this was so beautiful, so earnest. Life hits you differently once you’ve lost someone you care deeply for in a flash like that. You really just never know. I am so sorry you lost your mother Anne things that taking you of her at such a young age. I LOVE that you’re going to learn this beer and memory soaked banjo, keeping its spirit alive and twanging!!
Boy, so much to digest here. We are so damn alike. I was a 60s-70s grow up. Be within shouting distance when the sun went down and the street lights went on. So many in our neighborhood would sit on someone’s porch until bed time. I was the middle child, you know “the good one”. I watched my brother do things, then stayed away from the trouble. My sister did and got away with everything. Wasn’t happy about that.
You speak of the mementos, and how I wish I had some still around. The recipe books, home movies, pictures, the treasures. My sister had some of them, but even she’s gone almost 6 years now. I have no idea if my brother in law has the stuff packed in a box someplace or not.
You’re correct about the present. Tomorrow is not promised and as much as we want, we can’t relive the past. Live and appreciate the now - it’s all we’ve got !
I’m the middle of the 5 girls in my family 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 years old then 5 years passed before they had my brother. I was the good one too more outta fear than anything else. Taking life one day at a time now focusing on now, all the present moments.
This was lovely. I grew up in the 70s. I try to remember the good. The only thing I truly miss is the innocence. We can’t go back but G-d is constantly giving us the opportunity to learn and better ourselves.
My parents were the 50's and 60's and they weren't much different from us. Gradually the connection to the natural world and to a small community have faded into the annuls of time, which is a shame. One thing I notice coming back a bit is elders living with their children and families. This will bring the nostalgic times back a bit as their life wisdom entices the latest generations to live some of the history for themselves. Seize the day!
Ooooh man as an 80s baby I felt this!! It's so true! As we grow up we tend to lose ourselves!! And taking about family treasures!! Oh I absolutely love everything i have been given!! Im not the go to the store to buy house things person!! Everything I own is a family treasure or someone else's family treasure that their family didn't want!! I love rescuing those unwanted heirlooms from thrift stores or garage sales or online!! The latest rescue was a Yixing tea set someone inherited from their grandma!! Never opened never used but no longer wanted!! I saw it on marketplace and my beautiful daughter in law bought it for me!! I use it every single day for my beloved oolong tea 😆 this is such a great read!! The nostalgia hit me!! There are so many layers to unpack!! Sharing with us about the passing away of your mom and the struggles within the family brought me to tears!! This whole peice is so incredibly moving!! From start to finish such a wonderful read!!
Im so happy this resonated with you. You’ve made my week. Thank you for such kind words.
Honestly my pleasure thank you for offering up some amazing reading!! I absolutely loved your peices!! 🥰😍🤩 you are just so talented!! And the things you write about truly resonate with me!!
Steel Dragon - We All Die Young
https://youtu.be/R-WqWaZxXSo
LOVE this song!
Thank you Cori, as do I. It is so poignant in how we lose our true selves as we grow older and become entrapped in day to day survival as an adult.
I really hope that you will learn to play the banjo, being able to play music is one of the best ways I know of to connect with a higher power. I'm at my most calm and joyful when playing music, there is something really spiritual about it and I think you will find the same thing. Very nice post. 🌞👍😊
Thank you for your kind words Dave. I played saxophone on high school and I’m looking forward to bringing the music back
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Love you sis! Thank you for being my biggest fan!!
Cori I love the way you write. Everything flows so perfectly. I'm happy to have found your post and immediately subscribed after reading it.
This is the loveliest thing I’ve seen on a Tuesday morning in forever. You’ve made my day. I’m so happy you’re here!
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Hi Dear Cori, your writing is so heartfelt and evocative and certainly reflects what we all feel, as we get older. My Mom died overnight in 1966 and literally all I have from her is her writing in the King James Bible she gave me when I was 10 or 11 and one cup and saucer from her "good china". My Dad, the same, only one handkerchief. As a Boomer, large generation, we were roaring much of the time and attempting to escape the Vietnam War, which shattered so many of us and took my brother Tom in 1968. Life certainly does not wait for any of us. While at 72, I long for Home with God, I will continue to write as much as I can, sharing many of the difficult lessons I learned by being stubborn and rebellious. Most of us realistically learn by doing...but learn, we do. Thank you for such a wonderful "call to arms" for us all, none of us is guaranteed the next sunrise or sunset. God bless and keep you, Wendy
Thank you for your beautiful words. Have the best present day!
Cori, this was so beautiful, so earnest. Life hits you differently once you’ve lost someone you care deeply for in a flash like that. You really just never know. I am so sorry you lost your mother Anne things that taking you of her at such a young age. I LOVE that you’re going to learn this beer and memory soaked banjo, keeping its spirit alive and twanging!!
🤭thank you, Jenn. I’m glad you liked it. My next life chapter will definitely be more creative than the last. ❤️✌️🐝
I am glad to hear it ☺️❤️. We need all the creators we can get in this world.
Ah, the famous banjo! Wonderful reflections Cori!
Thank you. This one is close to my heart❤️
This is a truly beautiful essay.
And, I hope that you do pick up the banjo!
Thank you. Def learning that banjo. Played alto saxophone back in the day and I miss music.
Boy, so much to digest here. We are so damn alike. I was a 60s-70s grow up. Be within shouting distance when the sun went down and the street lights went on. So many in our neighborhood would sit on someone’s porch until bed time. I was the middle child, you know “the good one”. I watched my brother do things, then stayed away from the trouble. My sister did and got away with everything. Wasn’t happy about that.
You speak of the mementos, and how I wish I had some still around. The recipe books, home movies, pictures, the treasures. My sister had some of them, but even she’s gone almost 6 years now. I have no idea if my brother in law has the stuff packed in a box someplace or not.
You’re correct about the present. Tomorrow is not promised and as much as we want, we can’t relive the past. Live and appreciate the now - it’s all we’ve got !
I’m the middle of the 5 girls in my family 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 years old then 5 years passed before they had my brother. I was the good one too more outta fear than anything else. Taking life one day at a time now focusing on now, all the present moments.
This was lovely. I grew up in the 70s. I try to remember the good. The only thing I truly miss is the innocence. We can’t go back but G-d is constantly giving us the opportunity to learn and better ourselves.
Thank you I’m happy this resonated. I’m hoping for 40 more years but we never know.
I grew up in the 50's and 60's but my rules were about the same. Music, clothes and attitudes were a little different.
My parents were the 50's and 60's and they weren't much different from us. Gradually the connection to the natural world and to a small community have faded into the annuls of time, which is a shame. One thing I notice coming back a bit is elders living with their children and families. This will bring the nostalgic times back a bit as their life wisdom entices the latest generations to live some of the history for themselves. Seize the day!