Ed, Truer words were never spoken. I fully agree with you and Larry G in the assessment of Diogenes in that I too am looking for that 'honest man' and have hope of finding him someday. JC Yuill
Ed, I'm convinced that you never grew up. You got older and wiser, but you never did get old. Your recollections remain from a child's perspective with all the wonder, fear, and simple trust. I recall all those "brisk" walks in the dark anticipating danger at every turn and silently congratulating myself in overcoming the anxiety of the unknown when I opened the front door. Now that the election is over, I'm taking a page out of Diogenes and my childhood, and preparing to walk with a lantern in broad daylight looking for an honest man.
I LOVE the Diogenes reference, Larry. Simone Signoret wrote a book, "Nostalgia Isn't What It Used To Be." I disagree. I live in it and will continue to do so. Therein lies my comfort and . . . Hope.
I used to worry about beings coming out of my closet and with the lights on I used to check my closet to make sure it was empty of spirits!! then I would jump into bed and cover over my face. I wonder now why the heck I did that!
Ed, yes, the dark can be very frightening when we know not what might be lurking around us. The dark becomes a place where our mind becomes our eyesight and that brings fear in every step we take.
Ed, growing up in Seekonk in the 1940S a town of about 5000 folks and many country roads where many of my friends lived, I would play with them and dusk came then staying a little longer the darkness appeared, and the journey back home was a little eyesight and mostly my mind rushing thoughts that something was in the woods ready to come out and at that point I would walk a little faster and whistle, but the mind still had control and I would run like hell until I reached the doorway of my home.
Thank you for including me on your mailing list. I look forward to each of your articles. They keep me grounded to my roots in R.I. and are a source of stability as I go about my days. A very happy Thanksgiving to you and your family .
This came to mind as you described how you ran home.......".....They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” (Isaiah 40:31)...
Excellent writing Dr. I. These are indeed times in our country when we all have a great deal of fear concerning the uncertainty.
Thanks, Colleen. Yes indeed; uncertainty reigns. But there is hope.
Ed, Truer words were never spoken. I fully agree with you and Larry G in the assessment of Diogenes in that I too am looking for that 'honest man' and have hope of finding him someday. JC Yuill
Yes, John, I too have Hope
Ed, I'm convinced that you never grew up. You got older and wiser, but you never did get old. Your recollections remain from a child's perspective with all the wonder, fear, and simple trust. I recall all those "brisk" walks in the dark anticipating danger at every turn and silently congratulating myself in overcoming the anxiety of the unknown when I opened the front door. Now that the election is over, I'm taking a page out of Diogenes and my childhood, and preparing to walk with a lantern in broad daylight looking for an honest man.
I LOVE the Diogenes reference, Larry. Simone Signoret wrote a book, "Nostalgia Isn't What It Used To Be." I disagree. I live in it and will continue to do so. Therein lies my comfort and . . . Hope.
Fantastic!
By this article you have given many HOPE!
Thanks, Joe. What a nice comment. I HOPE so.
There is light at the end of the tunnel
And I see it.
Great article Ed....so fitting today.
Thanks, Laurie. Un grande abbraccio
I used to worry about beings coming out of my closet and with the lights on I used to check my closet to make sure it was empty of spirits!! then I would jump into bed and cover over my face. I wonder now why the heck I did that!
Ah the comfort of being under the sheets where you were protected from danger. My sheets did the same.
Eccellente come al solito!
Vi ringrazio.
Vivid imagery…. There is such a gift in your prose…. Glad I am a subscriber…..
What every writer wants to hear. You made my day. Un grande abbraccio.
Ed, yes, the dark can be very frightening when we know not what might be lurking around us. The dark becomes a place where our mind becomes our eyesight and that brings fear in every step we take.
Ed, growing up in Seekonk in the 1940S a town of about 5000 folks and many country roads where many of my friends lived, I would play with them and dusk came then staying a little longer the darkness appeared, and the journey back home was a little eyesight and mostly my mind rushing thoughts that something was in the woods ready to come out and at that point I would walk a little faster and whistle, but the mind still had control and I would run like hell until I reached the doorway of my home.
Lovely comments, Peter. I guess I stirred some memories. But I fear not these days. There is hope.
Thank you for including me on your mailing list. I look forward to each of your articles. They keep me grounded to my roots in R.I. and are a source of stability as I go about my days. A very happy Thanksgiving to you and your family .
Thanks, Tom. I am pleased to rekindle your memories and connections.
That was a great story and relatable !
Thanks, Barbara. I fear not. There is hope.
Ed, I walked with you on that journey home. I especially liked the smell of Lysol, such a familiar sign of home. Keep writing!
It’s actually Diana Spino Donovan commenting
Yup. I know
Thanks, Diana. Un grande abbraccio
Great article!
Thanks, Mike. These days I pause, but I fear not.
This came to mind as you described how you ran home.......".....They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” (Isaiah 40:31)...
Love it. There's hope