tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682863000189969084.post1956155795459245849..comments2023-05-04T22:43:43.113+01:00Comments on Guida Fine Arts: Reflections - Tuliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02593535627037274971noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682863000189969084.post-84670404118929691012016-01-12T13:10:20.737+00:002016-01-12T13:10:20.737+00:00Usually writinng to get things off my chest, I don...Usually writinng to get things off my chest, I don't frequently re-read what is posted, but, having come back I realize, among names inferred when using the word "others" - one who also was present in my life (untill turning 16) and sometimes I recall when thinking of parents and siblings (sometimes the generation after me: nephews, nieces & younger friends - that introduced me to "others"), I come upon the only grandparent I knew <br />(connected biologically, as well as emotionally like others I "adopted" and loved) <br />- who was still around when I was born, my grandfather. <br /><br />Retired from radio broadcasting, he gave me (for instance) - "The Hollies", and I gave him in return - charlestons (as if "mine" to give, but of course, in truth, he was "re-receiving" them). <br /><br />Those who care for us, and we care for, do help shape and mold us into what we are, when we allow it (and when they are capable of such, as well)<br /><br /><br />P.S. - he really fooled me when I was a kid, making me think I was giving him something "new", as I tried to reach him (which wasn't a difficult thing. He was very attentive), showing my tastes and what made me tick. Tulip https://www.blogger.com/profile/08608865914627863494noreply@blogger.com