Sara, she sounds fascinating.
She kinda was. And I didn't know that when she was alive, she was just my grandma. Excuse me, she graduated 1928, not the 30s. [link] Tresabel Pitcher. If I ever had a daughter, I'd name her that. Sadly, I likely won't.
I keep finding out how she was a force to be reckoned with, while not being a hurricane. She wasn't from a family who historically had gone to college. She did. She taught. She met this washed-up wrestler (he was headed towards Olympics and his knees went bad bad bad. My knees are fucked) talking of giving farming a go, who ate beans 4 weeks old re-re-re-reheated on a wood stove. First date, she went to meet him at his bachelor pad and promptly threw out the beans and told him he should be dead. And went on to marry him, have 5 daughters and a son, who went on to make their own way into the world. And really? Raised 6 feminist kids. Who thought no big deal venturing out into the big world. My mother, sophomore year, bought a Minnesota winter coat. And a train ticket to SoCal. (She never used the coat.) Another aunt went off to Ecuador with the Peace Corp. Another married a Canadian and had her first kid in Glasgow. We now cover basically the whole country, and have been to a lot of the world. Tres had a lot to do with that.
Tresabel is a great name.
I'll cuddle with pretty much anyone who will let me. It's my sluttiest trait.
I'm an odd duck—reserved at first, but I'm a cuddler at heart so I'll happily cuddle.
I'm not sure I've ever used it to anyone's face, except to respond to my parents' (recent) assertion of same. It just doesn't trip off my tongue.
It's loaded to me. I worry about my audience. But I have to say it, even if only in my head. Or a farewell,
love ya!
Pretty sure I did it to you, one way or the other.
Not knowing if I said it to Grandpa Ed still bugs me, and it is pretty much 25 years ago. I probably did. It was a family routine. But I don't remember, so much of that night was strange (he was lucid like he hadn't been since the multiple strokes. His english was clear, and he'd lost the english a year plus before. He was his teasing self, calling me bubbles cause I kept laughing. Still said Yoshua, but he could never say Joshua .) We were up so very late, planning for swedish pancakes at a local place in the morning.
Tresabel is a great name.
I love it. Too bad I'm not having kids.
Luke Perry as a fundie whackjob is truly terrifying.
Tresabel sounds like someone who needs a book written about her. And wow, definitely an excellent name.
Tresabel sounds like someone who needs a book written about her. And wow, definitely an excellent name.
Catching up on the Tresabel posts, totally agreed.
The cousin who was killed by a bus? I'd promised him a copy of Godel, Escher, Bach and never given him one. I know how stupid that is, but he was the only non-immediate relative one party weekend that didn't give me grief for reading it. And he'd have liked it, dammit.
I know what Barb is watching. I'm TiVoing it myself.
