Pat, I love how you can weave a great story stretching from childhood to today from your love of museums. Most of us would probably just write about the art at a single museum, the food or the people, but you mix it all together and leave us reflecting on our own experiences. Thanks for another enjoyable read!
Yet another pull me in by my mind’s boot straps and capture my undivided attention by your story! I can visualize each person and place vividly which you describe in short comprehensive sentences. A born storyteller emerges each time you share a story you lived. Thank you for giving me a few minutes of escape from this troublesome world, relaxing my thoughts and plunging me into the present. A present which causes me to remember how creative writing has its base in reality and me, the reader, is mesmerized by its content.
Oh, Kathy, thank you! That's about what I felt on Thursday at the Brooklyn Museum. A momentary pull away from the outside world. We need to go to museums more often to help us get through!
When my son was small we spent many hours at the Forbes Collection admiring the toy soldiers set in imaginative dioramas. Thanks for reminding me of that!
Pat, I especially enjoyed the detailed description in your "Hours later..." paragraph. Always admire your habit of seeing the small things that make a scene *real*. Thank you!
Pat, I love how you can weave a great story stretching from childhood to today from your love of museums. Most of us would probably just write about the art at a single museum, the food or the people, but you mix it all together and leave us reflecting on our own experiences. Thanks for another enjoyable read!
Yet another pull me in by my mind’s boot straps and capture my undivided attention by your story! I can visualize each person and place vividly which you describe in short comprehensive sentences. A born storyteller emerges each time you share a story you lived. Thank you for giving me a few minutes of escape from this troublesome world, relaxing my thoughts and plunging me into the present. A present which causes me to remember how creative writing has its base in reality and me, the reader, is mesmerized by its content.
Oh, Kathy, thank you! That's about what I felt on Thursday at the Brooklyn Museum. A momentary pull away from the outside world. We need to go to museums more often to help us get through!
Beautifully written, as always, Pat.
Thank you Jolene. Hope you are well and warm out there!
When my son was small we spent many hours at the Forbes Collection admiring the toy soldiers set in imaginative dioramas. Thanks for reminding me of that!
I missed that one for my sons! I don't think they're too big for me to drag them to it...Thank you for reminding me.
Pat, I especially enjoyed the detailed description in your "Hours later..." paragraph. Always admire your habit of seeing the small things that make a scene *real*. Thank you!
Thank you Susan...and my notebook thanks you too!
That's about the nicest thing I heard today! Thank you Ruth!
You drank coffee?