This Space for Writing Messages

to the one you love each stop of the journey just to let them know 5 minutes till the next leg many more until the next stop the next missive missing See you in the next letter. you are moving ever toward returning home or never.   Tuesday, April 29, 1941 Had a card from…

The Beginning of January, 1941

I love reading Babu’s sweet passages, and even better her witty ones, but this next passage was not one of either of them.  Passages like these remind me that this is more than just a hobby of mine, and it’s more than about just Babu’s life.  This is a real retelling of her life and…

Restructuring

It’s such a relief to be back on this blog and to be working on this project.  So where have I been since midway through last April?  Many of my excuses are: life!  I love my job and it keeps me busy.  There are all the other regular things as well to keep me running….

Lost Communication

The anniversary is approaching and I am feeling a bit raw.  I’m surprised at this. I keep reminding myself of the full life she lead, of how it was her time to go and of how it’s ok to feel sorrow but I can focus on those good, sweet memories as well.  But I just…

Thankful to Be Back, and for Other Things

Hello.  I have been away for so long.  An explanation, really just a list of excuses, is forthcoming.  The important part:  I want back in!  Of course, I don’t know if I can keep my word and keep posting on a regular basis.  But I want back in!!! I decided to post a quick piece…

Day Two: Writing

It says: 100 years March 11 1918 She must have forgotten how old she was.

Uncomfortable: Part One

Now that I feel I truly exhausted February, March, and the beginning of April, it’s time I move on to some pages that were a bit more uncomfortable to read and left me wondering how would I write about them.  Writing about what is in these pages means writing about Babu.  No matter what I…

An Opinionated Sunday Share

My Sunday Share this week is a lovely blog called Of Opinions. It’s definitely not the political ball of anger leftist/rightist page you might assume it to be – current political climate aside.  It’s a nice blog from a twenty something.  I enjoyed reading this piece: Of Not Writing a Diary In a way, it’s a…

A Day in the Life, 2018, and a Month in 1940: Part One

There is some dream, some dream about…my garden.  I keep walking, taking turns peering around corners, snooze and there’s more.  More yard, more rose bushes.  It’s both a marvelous snooze dream, like The Secret Garden! and an anxiety dream.  There’s more.  More work to do.  I could have put the snooze cucumber plants here and…

A Hello and a Little Update

Hey everyone.  I feel that right away I need to tell you Babu is doing well!  🙂  Yes, I have been away from the blog for a while.  Whenever this happens, which some of you long time followers know happens a lot, I feel its tug.  When I’m not working on the blog or transcribing…

Reflection

I’m thinking I may not even post this.  I only need to write it.  I just need some time to reflect.  I have a confession to make.  I took yesterday off from school just to get caught up on the blog.  Not just posts, or replying to messages, or checking in on the blogs I…

Just Tonight

At the end of this long week I got home and was tired.  I could have called it bedtime, except for dinner being in a half an hour.  By “dinner” I mean making Babu her dinner, and then all the steps to take care of her until she goes to bed around 11.  Husband is…