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25 November 2011

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Elisa

Thank you Suzanne, for the stroll down "memory" lane. With a lump in my throat, and tears in my eyes, I miss the twinkle in mama's eyes, her favorite stories, and the NY Times crossword puzzle, done in ink! :) xox

Corinna Neve

Tears are welling up in my eyes, Suzanne, as I read this. It brought back so many wonderful memories of my own mother, who has now been gone for over 21 years. Our holidays, too, were always "italian-ized" much like your table :) And your last comment about the raisins, memories, and your mama living on was so moving to me, because I too do that many, many times, not only in cooking, but in other things as well. Thank you for sharing...I've missed you on this blog. Hope to read more very soon :))

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why the bottom of the ninth?

  • For as long as I can remember, I have always loved the game of baseball. Like life, it is a game that is measured in small moments, a single pitch, a missed sign, a sacrifice fly to right in the bottom of the ninth to score the winning run. Moments when things change, sometimes forever. The bottom of the ninth is about those moments.

heartstrings

  • "People will come, Ray... They'll walk out to the bleachers, and sit in shirt-sleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game, and it'll be as if they'd dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick, they'll have to brush them away from their faces. The one constant through all the years has been baseball. ... It reminds us of all that once was good, and it could be again. People will most definitely come." - Field of Dreams, 1989

i believe