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July 14, 2015

Our children are our days of future past.

I hope they get their chance to fall in love and be possessed of the idiot excitement of simply seeing their beloved.
I want them to be married and have children and raise them up and get a bad back from piggybacks. I want them to watch their geraniums wilting in their windowboxes. I want them to trip over a roller skate in the walk. I want the paint to peel on their rancher. I want them to roll down the windows and go for a drive. I want them to sleep on the floor next to the crib because their infant has a cold. I want them to tend to a brown patch of grass in front of the house. I want them to name their many children with more care than the family dog. Sippican Cottage: Oh Boy!

Posted by gerardvanderleun at July 14, 2015 8:10 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Good article, because being hit with life from first breath to the last and rolling with the pleasure and the pain is what it is about.
I wouldn't want my son to forget any burnt dinner, stubbed toe, friendship or fight that makes him who he is anymore than i would wish to forget any of mine.

Posted by: Kelvin [TypeKey Profile Page] at July 14, 2015 9:17 AM

"Conventional romantic love is a trite topic. It's been covered. The only way to bring something new to the table is to bring something worse."

Hmmmm.... Sippican has a touch of Tolstoy in 'em:

“All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”

If things go well (rare in this era), perhaps its not as much the ride, but the scenery along the way that makes it so wonderful?

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I would think it one heckuva "Adventure Box", but what do I know? :)

Posted by: John Condon [TypeKey Profile Page] at July 14, 2015 6:33 PM

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