Nora

[lhexa]

Across the street from my grandmother's shop there once lived a kind old woman named Nora. During that span of my life (roughly my early years in grade school) my mother worked a second job as a costume designer for a Dallas theatre, so she would often use my grandmother's sewing machines, tables, and supplies of fabric, with me along to spend my

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[fadesdog]

There are perishingly few "it takes a village" people out there--I'd hope that everyone has at least one or two, people that strenthen other people's lives when it isn't required of them by family ties, sometimes filling in the little (or big) gaps that parents might not have known what they had. That's an interesting excercise and something to hold on to--challenging to actually remember a feeling, and not the memory of a feeling?

[lhexa]

I think such people are more common than that. And no, I'm not making a distinction between a feeling and the memory thereof.

[baktre]

I'm imagining an enormous music box that chimes a single bass temple bell over and over. This probably exists somewhere in asia. :)

Did you ever find out what happened to the lady? Did she move away or pass on?

[lhexa]

She was put into a nursing home. That was the last I heard of her.