tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post3646615883500981305..comments2023-12-24T07:03:54.887-04:00Comments on Oasis Writing Link™: Beautiful GiftsCynthia Pittmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12656761837022197235noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-63095739598901569672008-12-31T14:49:00.000-04:002008-12-31T14:49:00.000-04:00Pink cowboy, did you keep your grandmother's book?...Pink cowboy, did you keep your grandmother's book? well, you said that you think you lost it in one of your relocations. YOur memory reminds me of my aunt ricarda, my godmother and my favorite aunt. I used to love chatting with her about her younger years in bayamon and in san juan. I would like to write about her. <BR/>denergizeyour lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00845548609132034397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-22584957476928119082008-12-22T10:19:00.000-04:002008-12-22T10:19:00.000-04:00TPC, yes, idealized, but do you find any of it con...TPC, yes, idealized, but do you find any of it convincing? BTW Our little dog, Elizabeth, died yesterday. She got sick from drinking gas that leaked from a fuel line under the car. The younger dogs still chew things even though they are almost one. We're sad and still processing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-23737676944603039702008-12-21T19:19:00.000-04:002008-12-21T19:19:00.000-04:00I think Alcott had the gift of idealizing the conc...I think Alcott had the gift of idealizing the concept of childhood and drawing great descriptions from observation. This does not diminish her work. I bet she found the many aspects of raising a "fatherless" family in the North during the Civil War intriguing and heroic. I do believe there is a lot of the ideal of heroism in her novels.The Pink Cowboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09006823919205286012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-21775473848546597902008-12-20T23:10:00.000-04:002008-12-20T23:10:00.000-04:00TPC, What an interesting connection memory! I'm su...TPC, What an interesting connection memory! I'm surprised about Alcott's hatred of children. Do you think you can write such a sympathic portrayal of children if you don't understand them? Achoo! I'm sorry. Please excuse me. I'm still breathing in the dust from your grandmother's 1912 edition. Hey, that's a great movie plot idea: the character accepts the book and the dust triggers a sneeze that sends him back in time to Spain or Germany or to a New England winter landscape in the late 19th century. When he arrives...that's the part that you have to write. Thanks for sharing the memory.Cynthia Pittmannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12656761837022197235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-69706924599370699022008-12-20T22:30:00.000-04:002008-12-20T22:30:00.000-04:00I remember this movie vividly. More so, I quoted t...I remember this movie vividly. More so, I quoted the movie in a job interview many years ago. The man,an American with an uncanny resemblance to Adolph Hitler (his mustache was a little big larger), asked me to give an example of a movie I had seen recently and liked. I mentioned Little Women because of the attention to detail, cinematography and artistic direction. The ambiance of the movie lets you indulge in the sentiments expressed throughout the movie. It is known in the literary world that Louisa May Alcott disliked children intensely. She wrote Little Women and the follow-up Little Men to the suggestion of her editor. So it is rather revealing how a writer captures, through imagery and dialogue, the essence of the nostalgia of childhood.My grandmother loved this book. She had a 1912 copy that used to belong to her sister. It had a tender dedication inside. One of my great aunts, Ernestina, was returning home from Connecticut, it was 1913. Upon arriving at the pier in Old San Juan, her brother Alfredo (my own brother namesake) presented the book to cure her of the sadness of leaving her Connecticut friends. It was already a yellow stained book, dilapidated with its green cardboard covers turning to shreds, when I took it in my hands for the first time. It somehow made me think of my ancestors from Spain, France and Germany, all those people who came before me and decided to start a new life in the New World (I am a fourth generation Puerto Rican). I lost the book in one of my many relocations or "mudanzas". The book always left a trace of old dust after you handled it. I always felt it was some magic powder that transported you to a beautiful New England winter landscape of the late 19th century. I cherish that memory.The Pink Cowboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09006823919205286012noreply@blogger.com