I love the permission in this. The older I get, the less life feels linear and the more it feels musical: theme, departure, return. Like a rondo, or a pop song with a killer bridge...not repetition, but integration over time.
Even our own friendship has never fully faded out...just gotten quiet at times until the right moment turns it up again :)
P.S. At first glance, I thought that was a tagine and now I'm craving a lamb tagine...but I found your tunisian venison stew...hmm, what to do...
You put into words what I have been thinking forever. Many of my dearest friendships were born about 60 years ago. New friends and aquaintances are great but vintage friendships are to be cherished. There is also something to be said for treasured recipes from friends and family. Sorry, have to go; need to get out my fondue pot.
Your salmis is a great example of the uniqueness of snipe: white meat legs and red meat breasts. And bravo for plucking them. Those 1 1/2 bite legs are divine with the skin on.
Post excellent too, sorry I got caught up in remembering some snipe hunts and meals, LOL.
I’m staring down the barrel of my 60th birthday next month. Having a couple history degrees I maybe think about the past more than most. Maybe. Anyway, this was, as always, a great post Hank. I love to sit and soak in a random triggered reminiscence. Cheers.
My uncle once told me, I think in similar context to your post, “You know Matt, you live forever.”
That’s so counter to the usual observation (“life is short”) it has stuck with me. I think meant what you’re getting at here: that we live and then outlive and maybe re-live a series of lives.
Coincidentally, I’m experiencing the same reflection starting with attending my 50th high school reunion this past fall. I have always followed the Fast Forward motto as well, but at 69 now, the reflections on the path that brought me here are becoming more important to me. Thanks for sharing your story as it appears to be aligning with mine thought. A fellow Badger
I love the permission in this. The older I get, the less life feels linear and the more it feels musical: theme, departure, return. Like a rondo, or a pop song with a killer bridge...not repetition, but integration over time.
Even our own friendship has never fully faded out...just gotten quiet at times until the right moment turns it up again :)
P.S. At first glance, I thought that was a tagine and now I'm craving a lamb tagine...but I found your tunisian venison stew...hmm, what to do...
Hank,
You put into words what I have been thinking forever. Many of my dearest friendships were born about 60 years ago. New friends and aquaintances are great but vintage friendships are to be cherished. There is also something to be said for treasured recipes from friends and family. Sorry, have to go; need to get out my fondue pot.
Your salmis is a great example of the uniqueness of snipe: white meat legs and red meat breasts. And bravo for plucking them. Those 1 1/2 bite legs are divine with the skin on.
Post excellent too, sorry I got caught up in remembering some snipe hunts and meals, LOL.
This makes me stop and think a little. I dont always do that.
Im at 53, and in the thick of family, work and everything else we do at this age. It's like a squirrel in late autumn, getting ready for winter.
Nice piece! Barbara was right, "Memories light the corners of my mind." Especially when the road ahead is a lot shorter than the one we've travelled.
I’m staring down the barrel of my 60th birthday next month. Having a couple history degrees I maybe think about the past more than most. Maybe. Anyway, this was, as always, a great post Hank. I love to sit and soak in a random triggered reminiscence. Cheers.
My uncle once told me, I think in similar context to your post, “You know Matt, you live forever.”
That’s so counter to the usual observation (“life is short”) it has stuck with me. I think meant what you’re getting at here: that we live and then outlive and maybe re-live a series of lives.
Coincidentally, I’m experiencing the same reflection starting with attending my 50th high school reunion this past fall. I have always followed the Fast Forward motto as well, but at 69 now, the reflections on the path that brought me here are becoming more important to me. Thanks for sharing your story as it appears to be aligning with mine thought. A fellow Badger