Each Season .... each of the times ... .... we remember who is and who isn't there, this particular year. I don't recall what we were doing or cooking and. I don't recall if it was yesterday or the day before and I don't recall who said it, M or I .... but someone said ....'Someday, the grandkids will talk about the year that .... .... That Was the Year that Was ... well, it was that year that Grandma and Grandpa did something' ... whatever that was.
Little faces carefully watching The Ancients ... denizens of the Fourth Quarter ... carrying out rituals that previous generations did had exercised before them ... cooking the same foods.
Songs about songs about memories echoing from the past and to the future .... Sonny and Cher's Beat Goes On and Soloman's Seasons Still Go Round and Round.
Someone once wrote about Ghosts in the Nursery .... Madnesses that seem to be passed on unwittingly to the next generation.
Are there Angels in the Nursery, as well?
This year, I wonder about that.
And, this year, I've passed on the right to lead the rite to my grand-daughter, S.
"Carry it on, S, and make it sweet."
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