tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post7526194771861224354..comments2023-08-15T05:02:58.115-04:00Comments on Stirrup Queens and Sperm Palace Jesters: RememberingLollipop Goldsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020874415819057995noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-87281421332293705432008-05-11T02:28:00.000-04:002008-05-11T02:28:00.000-04:00That post was eloquent. It left me breathless. I a...That post was eloquent. It left me breathless. <BR/><BR/>I am new to your blog. I just added you to my google reader. I can't wait to wade through the archives and for your new posts. <BR/><BR/>That was so profound. I am floored!momofonefornowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09024643244161544858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-61229492890364317122008-05-05T03:23:00.000-04:002008-05-05T03:23:00.000-04:00This is a great post. I don't know that I can ans...This is a great post. I don't know that I can answer your question about remembering. I see it happening - people mention ME and the triplets; people wear special shirts on the March of Dimes walk; the stories exist out there on the internet, linked to, there to be read. Is it enough? What is enough?<BR/><BR/>There was a rememberence day last year (what date was it?) where candles were lit for the babes who never grew up. Perhaps we ought to go to more effort to identify them specifically on that day when it rolls around again. Kind of like the recital in the cage. I love that idea.<BR/><BR/>Beautiful post, by the way.<BR/><BR/>BeaBeahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11877513815828460269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-73303649606840018542008-05-02T13:13:00.000-04:002008-05-02T13:13:00.000-04:00I ran my college's Yom Hashoa program for several ...I ran my college's Yom Hashoa program for several years. Some years all of it, some years the names. <BR/><BR/>This year all we did was light the yellow candle. I feel like I was too overwhelmed by the here and now to do anything more. But thank you for this post.Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09745262857388007041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-47466846231775767512008-05-02T07:57:00.000-04:002008-05-02T07:57:00.000-04:00What a beautiful and thought provoking post. It is...What a beautiful and thought provoking post. It is funny how some things we have vivid memories of, and others almost none. Sometimes this seems like it happens for no apparent reason. When we were in France for several weeks, I remember certain things over and over again, and others are omitted. The same goes for family members who have passed. Thanks for sharing with us.sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05816972200056579468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-43822104492922197892008-05-01T21:22:00.000-04:002008-05-01T21:22:00.000-04:00I remember, alot. My memory of numbers, things I ...I remember, alot. My memory of numbers, things I need for work or school, that sort of thing, those fly out of my brain quickly. But people who have touched my life I think of often. Especially all the babies and the mommas here who have loved and lost. I remember the little ones from work, just in case I am one of a very few to hold them in my heart. Critters, too. Sometimes I just cry with the remembering, but sometimes I am able to smile and laugh. Memories are such crazy little creatures.<BR/><BR/>I also think of ME often and wonder how she is doing.Searchinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03112896236818363817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-85955550003576808602008-05-01T18:44:00.000-04:002008-05-01T18:44:00.000-04:00Beautiful post, I wish my comment could be as eloq...Beautiful post, I wish my comment could be as eloquent. I always wonder who else remembers me or a family member, the ripple effects of who we touch. Because there are certainly people who have touched me or a family member that I remember...and they probably have no idea. We're so interconnected yet removed at the same time.Meghanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12825803955705904174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-12570395991308003082008-05-01T14:13:00.000-04:002008-05-01T14:13:00.000-04:00This inspired my own post as well. I really appre...This inspired my own post as well. I really appreciate it... It was nice to own those memories again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-76832831063517068332008-05-01T13:09:00.000-04:002008-05-01T13:09:00.000-04:00Beautiful post. I have been remembering a lot late...Beautiful post. <BR/>I have been remembering a lot lately, reminding myself of things. Thank you for helping me know what it really means to do that, who it involves and how it helps us look forward.Kirhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17894442143508446312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-46733569015571708412008-05-01T12:39:00.000-04:002008-05-01T12:39:00.000-04:00As I got older I began to understand the importanc...As I got older I began to understand the importance of remembering. Your post was very touching and beautiful. I will light a candle this evening too.astralhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17071489588665538423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-18685045478988153002008-05-01T12:10:00.000-04:002008-05-01T12:10:00.000-04:00Beautiful post...wonderful details. Thank you.Beautiful post...wonderful details. <BR/>Thank you.jphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16134764059615792391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-70773561485733136162008-05-01T11:48:00.000-04:002008-05-01T11:48:00.000-04:00Oh, dear. I'm afraid I tried to comment, and as I...Oh, dear. I'm afraid I tried to comment, and as I was cresting 1000 words, I figured that my response to this post was best placed on my own blog. Check in later in the day to read some of my response. Just rest assured that I am sitting here at my desk, embarrasing the crap out of myself with tears streaming down my face. A very finely written post on the nature of memory. Thank you.katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08056463808792013011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-70392365462996359622008-05-01T11:40:00.000-04:002008-05-01T11:40:00.000-04:00I will light a candle today, too. Thanks for a bea...I will light a candle today, too. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for a beautiful post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-13052470380463451642008-05-01T11:23:00.000-04:002008-05-01T11:23:00.000-04:00Thank you for sharing your thoughts on remembrance...Thank you for sharing your thoughts on remembrance in such a beautiful way. It made me think of quirky little stories from some of the journeys I've made.Mallorynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11914993188185068883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-54718576213413401562008-05-01T10:50:00.000-04:002008-05-01T10:50:00.000-04:00Mel, just wanted to thank you for this beautiful a...Mel, just wanted to thank you for this beautiful and eloquent post. I am constantly awed by (and envious of) your gift in writing.Jendeishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11960909534349311223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-19301874937387740112008-05-01T10:18:00.000-04:002008-05-01T10:18:00.000-04:00What a beautiful spin on rememberance. I have act...What a beautiful spin on rememberance. I have actually never thgought of it in such a way. Thank you for reminding me!AwkwardMomentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11854477296635420810noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-69669098996872532552008-05-01T09:47:00.000-04:002008-05-01T09:47:00.000-04:00What a beautiful post, Mel, thank you.What a beautiful post, Mel, thank you.loribethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09272814565916935113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-10582476685786632302008-05-01T07:44:00.000-04:002008-05-01T07:44:00.000-04:00I will help you remember. I'll have a candle burn...I will help you remember. I'll have a candle burning on my mantle for you and all of yours that have been lost but not forgotten. I'll try to figure out how to put a candle in my sidebar, too.<BR/><BR/>Shalom.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11613907883139565991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-26335776618983373522008-05-01T04:19:00.000-04:002008-05-01T04:19:00.000-04:00What a beautiful post, Mel :) Particularly poignan...What a beautiful post, Mel :) Particularly poignant for me as we're all struggling to remember my dad before he was ill, to remember the person he was and not the person he became.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-57109860608687614352008-04-30T23:21:00.000-04:002008-04-30T23:21:00.000-04:00Love this post! As I get older there are so many t...Love this post! As I get older there are so many things I wished that I had talked to and asked my grandmother about. I find myself asking my mom more and more to repeat stories about herself and about her mom. I don't want to forget, I want to pass them onto my kids. I want that string that connects them to their past to get longer and longer. Sometimes I remember to write things down, I wish I always did! I have gotten in the habit of e-mailing questions to my mom - then I can print things out in her words!Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00867733939934906090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-64137623415520069782008-04-30T23:18:00.000-04:002008-04-30T23:18:00.000-04:00a truly gorgeous post. thank you. ~lunaa truly gorgeous post. thank you. ~lunalunahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15455301696832647867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-8378121682732209152008-04-30T22:59:00.000-04:002008-04-30T22:59:00.000-04:00Thanks for such a beautiful post. I find that when...Thanks for such a beautiful post. I find that when I conjur up a specific vivid memory, I can remember every single sight / smell / touch / feel of that memory. Whether it's happy or sad, I just soak in that moment and remember exactly what that moment in time meant for me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-67975055615683162502008-04-30T22:39:00.000-04:002008-04-30T22:39:00.000-04:00Memories are so strange. You're right...it seems ...Memories are so strange. You're right...it seems like you never remember the things you want to, and intead have bad memories or random ones even.<BR/><BR/>Your post made me think of (and miss) Mary Ellen. I think of her and the triplets often and wonder and worry.Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05181924375187173030noreply@blogger.com