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Eva’s Byte #465 – Faces
There are faces I remember. Some have gone and some remain.
(Paraphrased from “In My Life” by the Beatles from their Rubber Soul album, released in 1965)
Kodak moments—some preserved in black and white; others in color. Snapshots developed from rolls of film. I couldn’t wait to rifle through the envelope to check out photos commemorating special occasions and family get-togethers.
Over the years I’ve amassed a slew of envelopes, each one its own time capsule. I got the notion to sort through all of the photos and put them in plastic bags. During this emotional process of categorizing, one becomes acutely aware of changes the passage of time has wrought.
In the face of time, this writer is in the process of drafting chapter 54 (428 words thus far) along the tail end of my Contemporary work in progress.
*May each of us maintain a healthy balance between holding on and letting go.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
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(Paraphrased from “In My Life” by the Beatles from their Rubber Soul album, released in 1965)
Kodak moments—some preserved in black and white; others in color. Snapshots developed from rolls of film. I couldn’t wait to rifle through the envelope to check out photos commemorating special occasions and family get-togethers.
Over the years I’ve amassed a slew of envelopes, each one its own time capsule. I got the notion to sort through all of the photos and put them in plastic bags. During this emotional process of categorizing, one becomes acutely aware of changes the passage of time has wrought.
In the face of time, this writer is in the process of drafting chapter 54 (428 words thus far) along the tail end of my Contemporary work in progress.
*May each of us maintain a healthy balance between holding on and letting go.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page:http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
Eva’s Byte #551 – Over the Top!
In general, a typical American Thanksgiving meal centers around roast turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes with gravy, and cranberry sauce. Common sides might include, but are not limited to: glazed carrots, gelatin fruit salads, sweet potato casserole, and green bean casserole. Popular desserts tap into pumpkin and pecan pie.
Typical and plentiful!
Thinking back to my family’s atypical Thanksgiving feast for a family of four during my childhood and adolescence—it was over the top! No complaints whatsoever.
Appetizer: celery stuffed with cream cheese
Followed by an antipasto in full regalia
Followed by hearty escarole soup, a meal in itself
Followed by lasagna, comfort food
We’d take leave of the table for a breather. I’d help my mother wash dishes and prepare the setting for our turkey dinner which also entailed stuffing, mashed potatoes with giblet gravy, and corn.
In the evening, my mother would roast chestnuts in the oven. We’d snack on those, and indulge her homemade chocolate cream pie, my favorite.
Besides feasting my eyes on an abundance of food on the table, I’m feeling the abundance of love my mother and father lavished on our family.
In the capacity of a writer drafting a Contemporary, I’m wending my way toward the end of chapter 24 (2172 words thus far).
May a bountiful harvest of love, laughter, and good food bless everyone’s Thanksgiving gathering.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Typical and plentiful!
Thinking back to my family’s atypical Thanksgiving feast for a family of four during my childhood and adolescence—it was over the top! No complaints whatsoever.
Appetizer: celery stuffed with cream cheese
Followed by an antipasto in full regalia
Followed by hearty escarole soup, a meal in itself
Followed by lasagna, comfort food
We’d take leave of the table for a breather. I’d help my mother wash dishes and prepare the setting for our turkey dinner which also entailed stuffing, mashed potatoes with giblet gravy, and corn.
In the evening, my mother would roast chestnuts in the oven. We’d snack on those, and indulge her homemade chocolate cream pie, my favorite.
Besides feasting my eyes on an abundance of food on the table, I’m feeling the abundance of love my mother and father lavished on our family.
In the capacity of a writer drafting a Contemporary, I’m wending my way toward the end of chapter 24 (2172 words thus far).
May a bountiful harvest of love, laughter, and good food bless everyone’s Thanksgiving gathering.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
