Wallpaper in my grandmothers’ houses, 8.13.15

Dear Molly, Both of your grandmothers have (had) ridiculous wall paper in all the rooms. The bedroom you slept in at grammy Ginny’s house had an American eagle print. You used to lay in bed the night before Christmas and not sleep and stare at that wall paper. At Grammy Addie’s there was a floralContinue reading “Wallpaper in my grandmothers’ houses, 8.13.15”

Sitting with mom at grammy Addie’s with her silver parachute pants. 7.25.15

Dear Molly, You have this really distinct memory of sitting between mom’s legs on the braided rug at Grammy Addie’s house. I can’t remember if it was summer or winter but mom was wearing silver parachute pants – really plastic-y material – and you kept trying to convince her to let you slide down herContinue reading “Sitting with mom at grammy Addie’s with her silver parachute pants. 7.25.15”

Moon through the window of our bathroom growing up, 7.27.15

Dear Molly, When you were young you used to hang out in the bathroom on summer evenings. You could see the moon really clearly through the high ranch-house window and you had figured out how to slide the screen back so you could let in the summer air and get good, low speed photographs ofContinue reading “Moon through the window of our bathroom growing up, 7.27.15”

Dusk at concert with cattails and mist, 9.15.15

Dear Molly, You drove with the family down to a concert, folk concert, somewhere in Pennsylvania. We were in the Ford Explorer? Or a mini van, but we never owned a mini van so that can’t be right. It was the first time you ate Mr. Phips pretzel chips. There was an area next toContinue reading “Dusk at concert with cattails and mist, 9.15.15”

Grammy Ginny’s deck and garden-praying mantis, 9.28.15

Dear Molly, You would visit Grammy Ginny in late August every year. In the evenings, after a day at the beach and then a dinner featuring sweet corn bought off the back of a pick-up truck on the way home from that beach (2nd Beach) you would squeeze the last drops of play out ofContinue reading “Grammy Ginny’s deck and garden-praying mantis, 9.28.15”

Deer head in my climbing tree, 10.12.15

Dear Molly, Your dad hunted. Not unusual at all for central Pennsylvania. He hunted deer and birds – quail, pheasants. One season he took two deer. He would dress them in the field and then bring them home. He would take them to a butcher. Sometimes he would give the butcher the head and sometimesContinue reading “Deer head in my climbing tree, 10.12.15”

Fiddleheads, Trailheads, 1.11.16

Dear Molly, There was a stretch of the Appalachian Trail between Laurel Lake and Fuller Lake. It was paved and had some smaller branching trails that meandered in and out of the woods on either side of it. The mail trail was a railroad bed. One trail, swamp trail, aptly named, passed through a swampyContinue reading “Fiddleheads, Trailheads, 1.11.16”

Heartwood, Sawtooth Mountains, 1998, 1.11.16

Dear Molly, You went to visit your dad in Boise over spring break in your junior year in high school. You were reading Siddhartha for English class and adopting a similar philosophy regarding the rejection of earthly sustenance. But not to let go; to hold on. You and dad were going to drive back toContinue reading “Heartwood, Sawtooth Mountains, 1998, 1.11.16”