tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825814.post8951062844453317189..comments2023-09-30T04:12:28.281-07:00Comments on Finding Fair Hope: The Way We WereMary Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01515655542270431289noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825814.post-71150219664464422152007-08-10T17:09:00.000-07:002007-08-10T17:09:00.000-07:00my mom was organizing some old photos the other da...my mom was organizing some old photos the other day when my daughter and i stopped by...so we jumped in and found one of my mom about my daughter's age (4 or 5) standing outside an old barn...my little one said "who's that, it can't be grandma, she's too young!"<BR/>my mom laughed, then we came to my mom's high school graduation ca. 1954...my daughter said "that can't be grandma, she's too beautiful!" and my mom loved it<BR/><BR/>btw, that is a great picture of you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825814.post-57118201535999918342007-08-10T10:56:00.000-07:002007-08-10T10:56:00.000-07:00Hey, when you're lost in self-obsession, you're so...Hey, when you're lost in self-obsession, you're sometimes in very good company.<BR/><BR/>I have a photograph that I consider rather iconic of who I was and who I wanted to be. It's somewhere in the house and next time I come across it I'll scan it and post it. It will explain a great deal.<BR/><BR/>But back to your self-obsession: who better to be obsessed with? Do you remember those occasional moments when you'd actually take time to think about others? And how you couldn't understand why they weren't as obsessed with you and you were? Somethings always remain inexplicable.Bert Bananashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14601645383399698392noreply@blogger.com