Status Updates From Dandelion Wine

Love the chapters about Mrs B and Colonel Freeleigh

“That was the huge regret of her life, in a way. The one thing she had most enjoyed touching and listening and looking at she hadn’t saved. John was far out in the meadow country, dated and boxed and hidden under grasses, and nothing remained of him but his high silk hat and his cane and his good suit in the closet. So much of the rest of him had been devoured by moths.” I’m SORRY??? Crying I guess.

“Mrs. Bentley was a saver. She saved tickets, old theatre programs, bits of lace, scarves, rail transfers; all the tags and tokens of existence. ‘I’ve a stack of records,’ she often said. ‘Here’s Caruso. That was in 1916, in New York; I was sixty and John was still alive. Here’s June Moon, 1924, I think, right after John died.’

Loving the whimsy and warm tone so far. I’m a little perplexed on where this story will go, and what the point is, but I love the perspective and thoughtful pondering. It’s summer in the first 20 pages.