Comments on: On Sunday Morning

By: jeannette

jeannette — Thu, 06 Sep 2012 02:12:58 +0000

i have discovered that if one applies one’s self to recall, to write daily, on a disciplined basis, amazing new wrinkles to one’s own story come up, and insights into the dead. nabokov talks a little bit about this in Speak, Memory. this memoir/memory of yours is the only other example i know of that is so moving.

By: Ian Harris

Ian Harris — Tue, 04 Sep 2012 09:51:25 +0000

Thankyou for sharing that. You articulate your childhood feelings so well and to share
these with us is endearing and very brave. It must be cathartic, don’t stop.

By: Andrea Cordonier

Andrea Cordonier — Sun, 02 Sep 2012 12:35:34 +0000

Okay, this was the icing on the cake! It’s a beginning and ending all rolled into one and it leaves 1,000 questions in its wake…

By: Christine Karatnytsky

Christine Karatnytsky — Sun, 02 Sep 2012 12:29:10 +0000

Exquisite.

By: Rowena Macdonald

Rowena Macdonald — Sun, 02 Sep 2012 10:54:44 +0000

I love this vignette. I remember reading it when you posted it last Christmas. There is something so strange, poignant and uneasy about it. So many unanswered mysteries. I find your vignettes about your childhood some of your most vivid pieces of writing; the story about your uncle, too fat to get out of bed while burglars took away all your grandmother’s antiques, still sticks with me. There is something very sad and haunting about these childhood stories.

By: Good Gentlewoman

Good Gentlewoman — Sun, 02 Sep 2012 10:40:29 +0000

A wonderful post, thank you for sharing.

By: K.L. Teves

K.L. Teves — Sun, 02 Sep 2012 07:33:09 +0000

I wonder if you know just how wonderful it is for me to crawl nto bed with a new story every night.
Typically I end up following all the links as well and read more than one story.
Love this one, was right there with ya.

By: @rupertbu

@rupertbu — Sun, 02 Sep 2012 05:28:34 +0000

Gosh TGA and I thought my maternal Grandfather taking my three sisters and I to Church on the occasional Sunday, with a box of Milk Tray to be shared during the sermon, was the way all spent their Sunday mornings.

You are, I recall, an only child, so your memories are definite, consider my situation with three older sisters, each two years apart, and our multitude of different interpretations of family events!

I know writing and publishing this may have been a tortuous process, but all benefit from a metaphorical scarification.

By: Elephant's Child

Elephant's Child — Sun, 02 Sep 2012 04:14:33 +0000

This is a fascinating tale on so many levels. Thank you.