tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post8608791539259085285..comments2024-03-28T12:01:31.049-04:00Comments on Writers Who Kill: Grandmother’s BasketJim Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090252530437277145noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-20183712411860409482021-04-06T10:01:49.222-04:002021-04-06T10:01:49.222-04:00Molly, yes, I count it a real blessing that I was ...Molly, yes, I count it a real blessing that I was able to reconnect with my aunt and uncle before they both died. Fortunately, my cousins are still living in Oklahoma.Linda Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-86018624480813266242021-04-05T21:01:24.530-04:002021-04-05T21:01:24.530-04:00Linda, this is devastating and redemptive at the s...Linda, this is devastating and redemptive at the same time. Your reply to Shari's comment, that you were your grandmother's second chance, makes the story even sadder and better. She didn't give up hope of reaching you - she kept writing letters to you, and sent that last basket. She knew you were the right person, the best person. I'm glad you reconnected with your family in Oklahoma.Molly MacRaehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07755143318141885327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-19126442043674628432021-04-05T13:14:32.902-04:002021-04-05T13:14:32.902-04:00Debra, you are so right!
Margaret, poisonous, tho...Debra, you are so right!<br /><br />Margaret, poisonous, though she ate the young greens in the spring, but beautiful dye plant.Linda Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-91049523766037908582021-04-05T13:12:45.267-04:002021-04-05T13:12:45.267-04:00Yes, Annette, a final tactile expression of love.Yes, Annette, a final tactile expression of love.Linda Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-8948061016289106952021-04-05T13:11:33.483-04:002021-04-05T13:11:33.483-04:00Shari, thank you. My grandmother was the only stab...Shari, thank you. My grandmother was the only stability and safety I knew as a small child. Ironically, from all I've heard, she was a neglectful mother. I think I was her second chance.Linda Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-66327743016758804472021-04-05T13:09:11.243-04:002021-04-05T13:09:11.243-04:00KM, yes. My mother spent the years after the divor...KM, yes. My mother spent the years after the divorce trying to pretend she had never deigned to marry "a no-good half-breed," as I heard her say many times. Fortunately, as an adult after my mother had died, I reconnected with my other family in Oklahoma.Linda Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-30570138392816674222021-04-05T13:06:19.668-04:002021-04-05T13:06:19.668-04:00Kait, I hate to think what might have happened if ...Kait, I hate to think what might have happened if she had sent me one of her beautiful baskets that my mother could have sold.Linda Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-42516337687090797032021-04-05T11:53:34.289-04:002021-04-05T11:53:34.289-04:00Wonderful! I'll think of your grandmother ever...Wonderful! I'll think of your grandmother every time I encounter pokeweed in my garden.Margaret S. Hamiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07810307017440257313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-71291771506554004782021-04-05T10:49:13.726-04:002021-04-05T10:49:13.726-04:00Beautiful and heart-wrenching. How lovely that she...Beautiful and heart-wrenching. How lovely that she made that one last basket she knew you would treasure. Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-35380228171422678172021-04-05T09:57:28.506-04:002021-04-05T09:57:28.506-04:00Such a beautiful poem...and in so many ways a sad,...Such a beautiful poem...and in so many ways a sad, but loving story.Debra H. Goldsteinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17533446284471717884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-61801837304987622652021-04-05T09:50:31.983-04:002021-04-05T09:50:31.983-04:00Linda, I can only shake my head and mourn what cou...Linda, I can only shake my head and mourn what could have been. The beauty of your grandmother's love despite all the challenges and separation is so powerful. I can see why it brings tears and why you cherish your basket. Shari Randallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16425493627354028820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-47120857789578160962021-04-05T09:11:48.393-04:002021-04-05T09:11:48.393-04:00Wonderful, touching story.
People continue to int...Wonderful, touching story.<br /><br />People continue to interfere with the relationships between children and people who love them, whether out of jealousy or spite or a misguided sense of protection. How sad that you and your grandmother missed out on time you could have spent together.KM Rockwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03973749764907859829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-89591034438190341922021-04-05T08:10:09.632-04:002021-04-05T08:10:09.632-04:00I cried. What a beautiful tribute and a blessing t...I cried. What a beautiful tribute and a blessing that the basket was not intercepted.Kaithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07758348842858993203noreply@blogger.com