August 16th, 2010

It's My Party...

…and I’ll cry if I want to… . Actually, there’ll be no crying today (or will there?), as it’s Earth to Holly’s two year anniversary. We’ve nothing special planned…there’ll be no giveaways, no contests, not even a cake (or will there?). Nope, no hoopla, at least not in the sense of this photo taken at my fourth birthday party, which was, I might add, a few years plus before Lesley Gore would sing that iconic tune. As for the attendees…that’s me, peeking through from the other side of the table, in the house I mentioned here and here. That’s my second cousin (on my dad’s side), R, standing beside me, who is now a successful indie film editor, as well as a musician with his own group. I’m glad that all those “productions” he put me and the neighborhood kids through, in my grandmother’s backyard, paid off. His interest in film, even at a very young age, carried on, and I’m so happy for him. Across the table from me, eying the camera, is my first cousin, M, whom we lost some years back and way too soon. Only two years my senior and the eldest daughter of my dad’s sister, she was the life of the family…crazy, quirky, funny…boy, how we all miss her. And that’s my mom in the background there, in a daze…a sugar stupor of sorts, but from kids. Thank you, and Daddy, for the party and for saving the four tiny pink candles from my cake, which I recently found in a box with my letters, to you, from college. Details on the correspondence, however mundane, are forthcoming.

Although it’s our party, it wouldn’t be if not for all of you who’ve faithfully visited here and left your heartfelt comments over the past year. Especially in mind is the passing of my father and the surrounding angst. Believe it or not, you all helped me handle that. One of you wrote that “…we are here for you and…we do not judge…” Thank you, L. I took all of your words to heart, and it’s better now, or at least my perception is that it’s better, and maybe that’s what’s important? So, thank you…I may not “know” y’all in the traditional sense, but I love ya anyway. Love ya…however, you haven’t seen me at your place in a while, right? I know, I know. I’m awful in that respect, but vow to do better. Often, for me, commenting is as intricate as crafting a post, and I get terribly lost. Not an excuse, just my modus operandi, but like I said, I’ll do better.

And, of course, thank you to Lucy and W. Without them, there probably wouldn’t be an Earth to Holly. While Lucy’s contributions are out there and in your face, W’s are more behind the scenes. His blogging skills were put to the test, though, while I was with my dad, and he excelled, which was no surprise. He’s the brains and voice of reason in these here parts.

So, again, thank you all so much for sharing the year with us, and here’s to another one, and…maybe another blog? Hmmm…

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March 11th, 2010

Me And Daddy On Telegraph Road

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Another photo of me and my dad that I found in the 25 year old crumpled paper lunch bag. Although I don’t remember this photo being taken, I do remember living here as well as some snippets of childhood for which this small house on Telegraph Road was the setting.

On a summer day, it’s me, age five, hamming it up while sitting on my dad’s lap in the front yard of our house that we rented from his Aunt Hazel. I don’t remember the occasion, but it looks like a gathering of my parents’ square dancing friends…maybe a game of poker is going on up there on the front porch. I don’t know why I’m pointing at my dad’s nose…just part of the mugging process and me being me, I guess. What I do know is that my mother made that polka dot sun suit and she made it out of a feed sack. (I wore a-la-feed-sack fashions well into my elementary school years.) I was okay with the skimpy homemade outfits until the following summer when I was suddenly stricken with modesty and refused to wear them altogether. And my flair doesn’t end there. I’m also donning my mother’s signature haircut for me…short. choppy. bangs. These days I cut my own hair and have a tendency toward short. choppy. bangs.

I see my dad’s wedding ring there that is now weighty, yet gently so, on my finger, kept secure by my own wedding band. My mother gave it to me after my father’s passing, and I slipped it on for the meantime so I wouldn’t lose it. I’ve yet to take it off. I’m glad that she gave me his original plain band and not the other one. At one point she bought a second set of wedding bands, ones with beaded edges. I asked her the reason for the new set of rings—had the originals been lost or were vows renewed—no, she said, she just wanted new ones. Odd, I think, to “replace” something like that.

And it was in this house where this photo was taken.

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December 9th, 2009

Say Cheese, Or Not

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Me, with my mom and dad, seated in the small house on Telegraph Road in Alexandria, rented from my dad’s Aunt Hazel. The folks smile easily, but I warily ogle the guy and his contraption set up in our living room as he holds one of my mom’s glass figurines—an elephant, I think—moving it in a dancing fashion back and forth across the front of his face, trying to eek out a smile from me. I was a tough case, so he gave up and captured the moment as was.

It’s my favorite photo of the three of us.

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