by MarianBeaman | Aug 10, 2013 | Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Lists, Memory, Purple Passage, Uncategorized
Purple Passages made its debut on July 10. Here is the August 10, 2013 installment. Why people read 1.7.94 We read books to know we are not alone. William Nicholson Love to children 4.2.89 The love you give your children is like black paper: it absorbs and you...
by MarianBeaman | Jul 20, 2013 | Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Uncategorized
Here we are, Juliets without our Romeos When Mom says “sca-doo!” at home, we know we can find amusement at Grandma’s house. Aside from the mysteries of the woods behind her house, other attractions include a slope where lilies of the valley...
by MarianBeaman | Jul 17, 2013 | Coming of Age, Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Uncategorized
Thumbnail: Home is on Anchor Road, connecting our house to Grandma’s house and neighbors in between. The story continues . . . . . . . As we drive from Grandma’s past the Hoffers, I notice off to the right the weathered frame house of Mr. Heisey, who...
by MarianBeaman | Jul 13, 2013 | Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Neighborhood / Environment, Uncategorized
Home for me is bracketed by the two houses we ping-pong between: our parents house and Grandma’s house on Anchor Road. Her house is at the bottom of the hill and ours at the top. Both houses are along side Anchor Road, between Elizabethtown to the west and...
by MarianBeaman | Jul 6, 2013 | Family / Nostalgia, Lists, Memory, Recipes, Uncategorized
I grew up north of the Mason-Dixon Line, in Lancaster County, PA, to be sure, but my current friends are from the South. And they have secrets to go along with their charming accents: They . . . 1. Never, ever leave the house without makeup. 2. At pot-luck dinners,...
by MarianBeaman | Jun 29, 2013 | Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Uncategorized
Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November. All the rest have thirty-one, Excepting February alone, And that has twenty-eight days clear, And twenty-nine in each leap year. Memory is at the heart of memoir. It fuels unfolding stories. A memoir writer like...
