Tell Me
July 12, 2012 
Just for a moment - come sit with me.
Come tell me the stories of how it used to be. How it was when you were a little girl..sitting in just this chair...on my grandmother's knee.
Tell me how it was when my grandfather went out to set his traps - in all sorts of menacing weather. Tell me how you all waited. How you wondered and worried when he was late. Knowing that the seas were merciless and unforgiving.
Tell me what it was like to gather up wild blueberries at dawn..and have fresh pie at dinner.
Tell me about winters that never ended..and summers that always did. Tell me about a life that was..long before I happened.
Just for a moment - come sit with me...and tell me the stories I've been waiting so long to hear.
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Thrilled to have been invited by Jenny Doh to be this week's guest curator over at her inspiring site Crescendoh.
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Reader Comments (22)
come to ohio and sit with aunt ruth!
My husband's mom (87) is now confusing the present with the past. We try to go with the flow as her mind does, listening to stories about growing up in Chicago as a little girl, to worrying about being late to meet her mom downtown for lunch. We need to share and record these beautiful stories before they are forgotten. This post brought tears to my eyes.
It's a beautiful veranda Marcie and it looks just like where you would have sat on your grandmothers knee... and i am sure she heard some great stories from you... we have four great story tellers and they are all very precious to us... and they tell grandfathers stories too:)....peter:)
I can close my eyes and see them both there. How could magic NOT happen there on that yellow chair!
For some reason, this makes me think about my aunt Lena. Maybe it's the curtains in the window, or perhaps the darling yellow chair. But whatever it is, this image takes me back in time...
Such a beautiful, evocative image. I remember the stories my grandmother told me.
This is a very interesting house. Do you know the people that live there, or just discover it?
I miss those days!
Wonderful post and matching photo; I love these times with my relatives.
An inviting place to sit and spin out stories of the past.Gorgeous sunny yellow chair.
Lovely!
Charming arrangement.
I often asked my mom to tell me the stories of her life, and I'm glad that I did. As a child I loved those stories and wanted to hear them over and over again. When I grew older there were more questions on my side and the talks became more serious. Later, when I became a mother myself (at the same age my mother gave birth to me) there were more questions, very different now. I still have so many questions to her, but she passed away in 2007. So I can only say - yes, come sit with me and tell your story.
Marcie, this is just lovely! Your words add so much depth to the image.
I would love to be able to sit with my grandmother. She came from Ireland by herself at age 16. I was only 5 when she passed away. I have so many questions I would love to be able to ask her. Beautiful picture and story.
Une petit endroit de rêve...
very charming. a fine welcome.
Beautiful photo, beautiful words.
i bet that yellow chair draws everyone's attention on their porch.. :) nice catch!
I remember the stories told by my parents, and the even more mystic ones told by my grandparents. As they took me back to the events in their lives, I was learning of family already gone--one's I would never meet--and of life that seemed to be far from what I knew. It broadened and deepened me; I realized that I was tied to them and that their history was part of mine. What an experience that story telling was! I had tucked many of those memories away. Your photo and story brought back a flood of memories of those story-telling episodes and a stream of images, faces, and voices from my past. Thank you, Marcie. Your art met its purpose for me.
Wonderful sense of comfort and home in this image and in your writing--great stuff Marcie!
love the strong spot of yellow