Object Lesson – Sherlock Holmes had his pipe. Dorothy had her red shoes. Batman had his Batmobile. If we asked your friends what object they most immediately associate with you, what would they answer?
Interesting subject.
Depending on when they became a friend. Some of my earliest friends … like my cousins … see me as that weird, overly intellectual kid with buck teeth and frizzy hair. They would think of me with my nose always in a book — and they’d be right.
The local little girls with whom I grew up would probably remember the piano — and the books. If I wasn’t playing Chopin or Beethoven, I had my head in a book.
Then, we get to college. I was first a music major and the people I met then think of me as a musician — and remember the piano. But a couple of years later, I found the radio station. That group is likely to think of me as the other half of my first husband, who was a very popular guy and the Fearless Manager of the radio station.
Then, I was off to Israel. A confusing time, but call me a deck of cards. We played bridge obsessively, often until the sun rose. And the bread baking too. And the computers, which were just beginning enter my life. Israel was the bridge between old and new me.
Back to the USA and add some stuff: the omnipresent briefcase because I was always working. A computer. And most important, Garry. Then, after a while, hospitals because for the past 12 years I’ve been in and out of them. Still there are the computers and bless his heart, Garry.
Throughout this entire time, you would always finds lots of animals — cats, dogs birds — children. And cameras.
Life changes. We change. Our technology and tools evolve. But there is an essential “us-ness” that stays, forming a core which makes us who we are. I hope that’s mostly what people who really know me recognize.
I’m not my computer, my blog, my books, my collections, or my husband. I’m just someone struggling down the lumpy road of life, hoping to get through it still on my own feet. Getting to the end still standing would be an achievement.
Bravo, Marilyn. Stand tall and keep on walking. You are not alone.
Leslie
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Thank you, Leslie.
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All those experiences adding to the person you may have started out as- but it is not the “things” that makes us who we are as you said. Keep on truckin’ Marilyn 🙂
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I truck, I does.
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That was lovely, she says as she wipes the tears from her computer. You painted a wonderful picture of you.
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As did you, in your post 🙂 But yours is funnier.
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On your 6, forever!
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Love you too.
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Keep on standing, my friend. You’re doing above and beyond the best you can. 😀
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Thank you. It doesn’t feel like it from here, but I’m probably the last person to judge.
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A trooper you are…, and stand you will
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Thanks. It’s a process. But you know that. Time and patience.
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