Comments on: On Sunday Morning

By: Cherub

Cherub — Mon, 18 Mar 2024 13:16:08 +0000

My father used to take me to the park some days to let my mother get on with the housework and cooking. It was an excuse to put a bet on as we’d have to pass the bookie’s on the way back!

By: Lynne Perrella

Lynne Perrella — Sun, 17 Mar 2024 13:37:16 +0000

“glanced from a taxi window”. Those words stuck in my gears, and packed a wallop. Somehow, it seemed as if you were setting up an ever-enlarging perimeter of that remembered place — and, at the end, it was sufficient to just ride by. Just……….ride by.

Everything comes back to us through the writing process, we reclaim it in varying ways.
Although I agree with another reader that I wanted the story to continue, I so admired how this
complex memory was told in a brief, skillful, and poignant way. As if every word choice was considered, honed, and thoughtfully refined.

Most appreciated, on this beautiful Sunday morning in the Hudson Valley.

By: Eve

Eve — Sun, 17 Mar 2024 13:00:07 +0000

Those Sunday outings must’ve seemed quite an adventure to a naive young child, but sad to recollect later as an adult when such sordid family secrets are exposed …

By: Nick

Nick — Sun, 17 Mar 2024 11:38:09 +0000

Really interesting.Remember living there too, first place after living home. Meeting new people, and seeing new places before moving to London.

By: Mark

Mark — Sun, 17 Mar 2024 11:33:44 +0000

You’ve nailed it this weekend, with two magnificent posts.
Yesterday’s blog put me in mind of Arthur Daley’s Cockney rhyming slang in Minders, hilariously delivered by the great George Cole.
Today’s I read in the style of Ivor Cutler, full on melancholy, which worked well. A lovely, evocative tale, thanks.
Although the hem lifting segment was a bit close to home, when my late Mum told me of a similar story many moons ago. Painful!

By: Nicola

Nicola — Sun, 17 Mar 2024 10:13:01 +0000

Beautifully, elegantly written….. I didn’t want this piece to end.
So vivid, so evocative.
Thank you, as always, for all that you share with us.

By: Jean

Jean — Sun, 17 Mar 2024 09:38:39 +0000

Thank you for this equisite rendering of your memory and moment of realisation. As we look back at our parents’ lives, I’m sure many of us are haunted by what we do and don’t remember and understand.

By: Richard Cleaver

Richard Cleaver — Sun, 17 Mar 2024 09:31:29 +0000

Thank you for sharing this. I had a similar experience with my own father when as a child I was asked to wait in the car while he entered the house across the road with a female member of his staff, to whom we had given a lift home. I distinctly remember an ambulance passing with the siren sounding while I waited. It was never repeated in my company, nor ever spoken about and, as with yourself, I only realised much later in life what the purpose of this visit may have been. With my father long since passed the true purpose will never be known, but there is to this day conflict in my mind between the moral outrage of potential infidelity, and the guilt of assuming such when the visit may have been a purely charitable one.

By: Susan Hadley

Susan Hadley — Sun, 17 Mar 2024 08:54:21 +0000

An extraordinary memory beautifully told despite the sadness and realisation it must have brought with it.

By: Peter Hiller

Peter Hiller — Sun, 17 Mar 2024 08:09:43 +0000

Thank you for this memory from your childhood. Much implied but left untold about your parents’ relationship.