"When I first spilled out into the world, an uncoiling of slippery hopefulness, the hands that caught me were Joan’s." What a fantastic visual! Your writing is amazing. 🤩 Joan's story makes me a little sad. It's sad to think her whole family is gone. I hope she experienced happiness. Love your photos! You can post your photos here and we can witness them for you.
I know Joan and her family experienced happiness -- and so much love! Mine and my family's lives were surely not the only lives they touched and I like to think about who else might remember them.
And thanks for what you write about the photos and witnessing. I hadn't thought of that and it's beautiful!
My husband once told me that he felt lucky to be able to witness my life. I never forgot that. It’s such a deep form of love, to do that for another person.
So even though we don’t really know each other, I think witnessing your photos is a way to show that what you say about them, what they mean to you and the memories they represent to you — all of that matters.
Such a heartfelt journal, thank you Beth for sharing it with us. I'm hoping there are other anchors to steady your memory like the castle in this one.. I loved the little vignettes of life with Joan while so much was swirling around you as a young child. I'm glad your mother and your whole family had such a good friend.
"When I first spilled out into the world, an uncoiling of slippery hopefulness, the hands that caught me were Joan’s." What a fantastic visual! Your writing is amazing. 🤩 Joan's story makes me a little sad. It's sad to think her whole family is gone. I hope she experienced happiness. Love your photos! You can post your photos here and we can witness them for you.
I know Joan and her family experienced happiness -- and so much love! Mine and my family's lives were surely not the only lives they touched and I like to think about who else might remember them.
And thanks for what you write about the photos and witnessing. I hadn't thought of that and it's beautiful!
My husband once told me that he felt lucky to be able to witness my life. I never forgot that. It’s such a deep form of love, to do that for another person.
So even though we don’t really know each other, I think witnessing your photos is a way to show that what you say about them, what they mean to you and the memories they represent to you — all of that matters.
Your husband sounds like the most wonderful man, how lovely to have that loving support in your life! 💕🤍🌸🤍💕
He is and I’m super lucky! 😍
Such a heartfelt journal, thank you Beth for sharing it with us. I'm hoping there are other anchors to steady your memory like the castle in this one.. I loved the little vignettes of life with Joan while so much was swirling around you as a young child. I'm glad your mother and your whole family had such a good friend.
I am fortunate to have anchors in many forms, and even though Joan isn't with us anymore, true friends are the constants I value most.
Thanks for reading my story, Leslie, and for your kind response.
Beautiful writing and so interesting , very much enjoyed
Thanks, Margo! I’m so glad you enjoyed it 😊
That ballet dress is stunning! Your mother was very talented
Mum made the bridesmaid's dress too -- talented indeed! :)
Gorgeous writing, Beth. Glad to be along for the journey.
And can you please write more pieces that involves that Scottish accent so we can hear you speak it again? 😄