Comments on: Baby Clothes in the Basement

By: ZD Eve

ZD Eve — Sat, 12 Jan 2013 00:28:18 +0000

I loved this, Ardis.

By: Dawnmercedes

Dawnmercedes — Fri, 11 Jan 2013 13:14:44 +0000

Thanks for posting your thoughts. Your summary applies to those who are living and still around us at work, church, and play. We really never know all that they are dealing with, thinking about, or wishing for. Thanks!

By: J. Stapley

J. Stapley — Tue, 08 Jan 2013 14:39:11 +0000

Thanks Ardis. Moving.

By: Naismith

Naismith — Tue, 08 Jan 2013 02:15:09 +0000

Wow. Just, wow.

By: lindberg

lindberg — Tue, 08 Jan 2013 00:31:57 +0000

Well done, as usual. Thanks, Ardis.

By: Paul

Paul — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 22:10:01 +0000

Lovely, Ardis.

Interesting to see what we each treasure as a “might-have-been” and what we also pass along, and to see what that reveals about us and those who came before.

By: Maurine Ward

Maurine Ward — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 22:04:24 +0000

My parents built the house I grew up in about 1943, when I was four years old. After dad died, I brought home the house plans for that house. Actually, there were three different plans. The first plan was several years earlier and it included a fireplace in the living room and a coal shoot through the east basement window. It would have been too expensive for them to build, so soon they came up with a second plan which pared down the size of the house and rooms. It was too expensive also, so it was put on hold for a few years. The final plan revealed that the coal shoot was gone because there was natural gas in that area. The fireplace was also gone, seen as a luxury not a necessity. It is interesting to me that I never heard my mom or my dad mention the missing fireplace. If I had been in their place, I would lament the lack of that fireplace over and over. But they didn’t.

By: HokieKate

HokieKate — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 21:45:44 +0000

Beautiful. I am 26 years old. In the past five years I have learned so much about my parents’ and grandparents’ humanity. It has been amazing to especially watch my conception of my grandparents as stereotypical old people bringing gifts to REAL people. A man that everyday grieves over his missed relationship with his mother than passed over a decade ago. A second wave feminist that wanted her daughters to be presidents. A man who cheated on my grandmother, but still hasn’t found another women he considers her equal. They are real, fascinating people.

By: Gary Bergera

Gary Bergera — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 21:02:00 +0000

One of my biggest “Eureka” moments was realizing that my parents were more than Dad and Mom. They were people, fragile, imperfect, struggling, trying to make sense out of life, living, succeeding and stumbling. I love them as both parents and fellow human beings.

By: David Y.

David Y. — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 20:55:13 +0000

They were – and still are – people . . .

Best line in the best post I've read in a long time. Thank you for this.