The Will to Write and Read
Jun. 1st, 2013 04:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisnewdayGot a nice email from my oldest daughter in response to a packet of short journal pieces that I'd recently sent her. One of them had stirred a childhood remembrance of an attic workshop I had in a southside flat we rented when we first moved back here from Texas in the early '70s.
There's now a vacant lot where the house once stood, but its architecture and smells and character live on in the memory of one who was a very young child there.
Ah, the power of words to reconstitute those bygone days, the people and times and places which will live on in the half life of memory for as long as we have the words for them and the will to write and read them.
Which, as it happens, was precisely the point of the first entry among the ones that I'd sent her...
LPK
LiveJournal
6.1.2013 (a)
There's now a vacant lot where the house once stood, but its architecture and smells and character live on in the memory of one who was a very young child there.
Ah, the power of words to reconstitute those bygone days, the people and times and places which will live on in the half life of memory for as long as we have the words for them and the will to write and read them.
Which, as it happens, was precisely the point of the first entry among the ones that I'd sent her...
LPK
LiveJournal
6.1.2013 (a)
