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Jul. 19th, 2004 02:41 pm
Nostalgic journey over back roads
I've been spending the morning struggling to stay awake. In between horribly decaying auction catalogs, I've been doing web searches on places in Dorchester (say "DORE-chuh-sturr") County and thinking I should right up my visit to my grandparents' graves before I forget more details.
( Goddang this thing came out long! )
I'm still trying to sort out what it means to me. The feelings of nostalgia are of an intensity disproportionate to my memories. After all, we lived north of Baltimore. If you add up all the time we spent on the Eastern Shore visiting my grandparents, I doubt it even makes two weeks. Granddaddy died when I was five-and-a-half; I have only one memory of him that I'm convinced is genuine and not cobbled together from others' stories and photographs.
( Goddang this thing came out long! )
I'm still trying to sort out what it means to me. The feelings of nostalgia are of an intensity disproportionate to my memories. After all, we lived north of Baltimore. If you add up all the time we spent on the Eastern Shore visiting my grandparents, I doubt it even makes two weeks. Granddaddy died when I was five-and-a-half; I have only one memory of him that I'm convinced is genuine and not cobbled together from others' stories and photographs.