tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260969528787608869.post31202811789513405..comments2024-03-29T09:25:53.292-05:00Comments on Horizon 51: SOLSC '21 Day Twenty-five: Real memoriesChris Margocshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18261261993571716230noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260969528787608869.post-40706699960727828652021-04-02T08:57:02.648-05:002021-04-02T08:57:02.648-05:00I thought the same thing as I wrote them, Alice--h...I thought the same thing as I wrote them, Alice--how many of these "small moments" can I expand on, at a later date. I almost feel a sense of urgency to record even the snippets, as the years go by and the file cabinets in my mind multiply and fill to overflowing...Chris Margocshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18261261993571716230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260969528787608869.post-51523856330552674142021-04-02T08:55:40.102-05:002021-04-02T08:55:40.102-05:00Love, and joy, and sorrow I think, Fran. The NICU...Love, and joy, and sorrow I think, Fran. The NICU sounds and the living room sounds are forever entwined, as I believe the former prepared me to handle the latter in some ways. I want to do more mining soon, perhaps in a Tuesday slice. Your memories inspire me to write my own!Chris Margocshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18261261993571716230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260969528787608869.post-87683487181711387272021-04-02T08:53:43.199-05:002021-04-02T08:53:43.199-05:00And now that I see the cover....I think it is alre...And now that I see the cover....I think it is already in my reading pile, an ARC from the publisher...off to the hunt.Chris Margocshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18261261993571716230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260969528787608869.post-36267198997004776662021-04-02T08:51:28.204-05:002021-04-02T08:51:28.204-05:00Oh, Nawal, I hope I didn't color your day with...Oh, Nawal, I hope I didn't color your day with sadness because of my post! I think the medical sounds stick with me because of the longevity of the exposure; my daughter was in the NICU for 65 days, my mother on a respirator for almost a year. And now I have another book to add to my reading pile; thank you!Chris Margocshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18261261993571716230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260969528787608869.post-47535015096972224132021-04-02T08:49:29.783-05:002021-04-02T08:49:29.783-05:00I found the strongest sensory memories hit first, ...I found the strongest sensory memories hit first, when I started thinking of them. Probably one of my easier Slices to write, given that I could trust the content! I hope you do try it.Chris Margocshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18261261993571716230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260969528787608869.post-66446676174597482112021-03-25T20:41:54.590-05:002021-03-25T20:41:54.590-05:00You've woven all of these memories together so...You've woven all of these memories together so well. Looks like you have so many slices to expand on. Then again, maybe they fit better together, in snippets, like a comfy patchwork quilt.Alice Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13329047235622322449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260969528787608869.post-21054227538439555402021-03-25T20:14:43.086-05:002021-03-25T20:14:43.086-05:00Chris - in these little snippets of your life lie ...Chris - in these little snippets of your life lie so much meaning - they are pieces of the mosaic of your existence. I am reminded again of the power of moments; we tend to remember those to which emotion and pleasure are attached. These crystal-clear images may stay with you for their own merits, or for the significant moments surrounding them. Fascinating stuff, memories - and your snippets make such a poignant, evocative poem. From the sweet smell of dance floor fog (so intriguing!) to heart monitors and respirators in the living room... truth is, love knits it all together.Fran Haleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05295033583781089018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260969528787608869.post-63540474446458163302021-03-25T11:48:41.634-05:002021-03-25T11:48:41.634-05:00Chris, I cried. I cried reading these memories, an...Chris, I cried. I cried reading these memories, and I read them twice. My husband always says I am the most nostalgic being, and he's right: I live in these fragments. I think often about memory soup - and what remains. What stays with us? Why? TY for sharing these beautiful little clips with us. Raw and emotional, they are what they are, and they are meaningful, special, TRUE. Have you read Daniel Nayeri's Everything Sad is Untrue? He writes about fragmented memories - and the narrative style mimics just that...<br />Biggest hugs, <br />NawalNawal Qarooni Casianohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16254214795072080842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260969528787608869.post-33313916341566613722021-03-25T06:02:15.649-05:002021-03-25T06:02:15.649-05:00This is an amazing list and some of them take your...This is an amazing list and some of them take your breath away like the NICU and living room sounds. I too have written a few memories this year, mostly because the memories seem to have surged while reading other's memories. This format is powerful and I might just borrow it. It tells so much about the writer. drferreriblogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08800953133789773280noreply@blogger.com