Once upon a
time I used to
say “Oh, if only
I was twenty
years younger”.
Now, suddenly
it seems, I
have to say
”Oh, if only
I was fifty
years younger.”
Tag: genealogy
Dem bones, dem bones
Every
family
has closets
packed full of
skeletons,
but some rattle
more loudly
than others
Timing
Good time
Bad time
Quick time
Slow time
First time
Last time
Past time
Present.
Last Word
The secret of
writing a good
autobiography
is to outlive
all of your
contemporaries
The lost generation
When I see an
unusual
familiar name
in the news,
I think, “Oh
that must be
the daughter
(or son) of
someone who
I once knew”.
Turns out,
these days,
it’s usually
a grandchild.
Put it in your album
You take photos
to remind
yourself of
good times.
But you can’t
bear to look
at them again
because they
remind you of
good times.
Old times
Old photos:
old family;
old friends;
old pets;
old places;
old events;
old hopes;
old dreams.
Where the living is easy
Biographies
give me the
comforting
feeling that life
is arranged in
patterns, has
structure, can be
understood
rationally, and
will turn out
all right
in the end.
No, not possible
Odd how
quickly the
absolutely
certain memories
we have of
incidents in our past
dissolve into
confusion in the
spotlight of
a diary.
Photographic memories
The young people,
whose photos
appear in
family albums,
somehow turn
into old people
looking wistfully
at those photos.
