First....Happy Birthday. Then...my mother was a Brit, raised by her grandmother in India in the 1920's-30's, traveling back and forth between Calcutta and Bangalore during horse racing season - her step grandfather trained race horses. Her real grandfather was a famous trapeze artist, traveling worldwide in the circus. Oh, the stories, the life that seemed surreal. I carry those stories around with me like little gold coins in a velvet purse.
Thanks for sharing the story about Dorothy and just about us old folk, in general.
Can I ever relate, and I'm right behind you; I turn 84 on January 7. I guess I should probably add "God willing." And as you know, I love telling stories about the past. And I will admit I put a lot of "me" into them, in the person of my protagonist in my mystery series. I made her 5'9", though. And gave her the chance to sing professionally. But mainly, she's as passionate about teaching voice as I am. And I also gave her a dreamboat of a husband. I married a tenor. Tenors are not easy. Anyway...thanks for writing and remind us old fogies about the amazing changes we've witnessed during our many years on this earth. And HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Please don't take offense to this but I cannot believe you are 84!!! It really shows that age is not always reflected in writing. But about the stories... I used to love the stories my grandmother used to tell me about growing up in Germany during the war and when they first immigrated to Australia. And I loved the stories my mum used to tell me about when she was a kid. Our stories are always interesting if only people let us tell them.
First....Happy Birthday. Then...my mother was a Brit, raised by her grandmother in India in the 1920's-30's, traveling back and forth between Calcutta and Bangalore during horse racing season - her step grandfather trained race horses. Her real grandfather was a famous trapeze artist, traveling worldwide in the circus. Oh, the stories, the life that seemed surreal. I carry those stories around with me like little gold coins in a velvet purse.
Thanks for sharing the story about Dorothy and just about us old folk, in general.
Can I ever relate, and I'm right behind you; I turn 84 on January 7. I guess I should probably add "God willing." And as you know, I love telling stories about the past. And I will admit I put a lot of "me" into them, in the person of my protagonist in my mystery series. I made her 5'9", though. And gave her the chance to sing professionally. But mainly, she's as passionate about teaching voice as I am. And I also gave her a dreamboat of a husband. I married a tenor. Tenors are not easy. Anyway...thanks for writing and remind us old fogies about the amazing changes we've witnessed during our many years on this earth. And HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Please don't take offense to this but I cannot believe you are 84!!! It really shows that age is not always reflected in writing. But about the stories... I used to love the stories my grandmother used to tell me about growing up in Germany during the war and when they first immigrated to Australia. And I loved the stories my mum used to tell me about when she was a kid. Our stories are always interesting if only people let us tell them.
Such a good read, Ramona--thank you!