A Matter of Time

"A Matter of Time"

I was told that my grandfather was a candy maker and perhaps that was so when he arrived from Greece to the U.S.

However, at the time his image was captured, he was working on a railroad. His foot was injured so severely that it tore open his shoe. He eventually died from the injury.

We never met... until now.

"Remembering My Make-Believe Parents"

"Remembering My Make-Believe Parents"
(July 2009)

William & Elizabeth Clark, my make-believe parents, born long before me and married before I was born. They were nicely settled in by the time I arrived. For how nicely life went for the three of us, I'd say we were all ready, well-suited for one another.

They and only they referred to one another as Bet and Bill. To me they were mom and pop, and I was their little offshoot, munchkin, third pea in the pod. Life wasn't necessarily quiet, but it sure was serene. So much of our lives spent at the small cottage at the edge of the shore's stoney beach. Mom always painting, pop always writing...the glow of lamplight in the night, me on the little screened porch watching the fireflies flicker in time to pop's typing.

He always signed his notes to mom...love always my sweet Bet...your Hemingway

SightSeers

SightSeers
What a lovely way to spend a day... no matter how many days it takes