These posts have been so wonderful to read. A friend on Instagram recently lost her beloved cat ‘Audrey’ and it coincidentally timed with the launch of a course she is selling called ‘audacious’ which she said is an unintended homage to her now passed cat. Ever since her cat passed I have seen the word audacious written more in the last two weeks than I have, ever seen it referenced. It makes me smile, maybe because as a cat lover I know it’s Audrey coming through just saying hi, which I relayed to my friend.
Your photos of your grandparents are wonderful. They look like wonderfully kind people, but wow, how lucky you are to have had such worldly grandparents giving you such wonderful life advice. I’m a big Shakespeare fan myself after studying the sonnets in high school. (My faves are 116 and 112) I went through a stage of being obsessed with Othello.
One of the pictures you posted made me instantly think of a childhood friends’ grandparents that lived up the road, and I would visit often with my friend. They had a similar house pictured in the background of your photo. They had a green vinyl chair with steel legs I would spin in it (and be told to stop!) and a cuckoo clock. It made me think of her grandmother, a porcelain ladle and pumpkin soup. Their house just had such a warm glow to it.
I walked past the house the other day and the new owners have painted it all grey, and without her grandparents it felt cold and soulless. They really brought so much sunshine to that house and to my childhood friend Lisa and I.
Thank you, chup. What a lovely story about the audacious Audrey. Thank you for sharing that! Now that your friend shared this with you, it can become like a language in which you are now both connecting with Audrey.
Yes, my grandparents were very kind, and they were gentle. Thank you for appreciating them. I know they would be grateful.
Sonnet 116 is one of my favourites, too, and I cannot hear it without thinking of Kate Winslet's moving recitation of it in Ang Lee's Sense and Sensibility (although I don't remember it being in Austen's novel).
What a wonderful and detailed memory of your friends' grandparents and their house. That home will live forever in your heart. Love really is what makes a house a home, and it sounds like there was a lot of love they shared with you that carries on in your memories and through who you are for having been touched by their lives.
These posts have been so wonderful to read. A friend on Instagram recently lost her beloved cat ‘Audrey’ and it coincidentally timed with the launch of a course she is selling called ‘audacious’ which she said is an unintended homage to her now passed cat. Ever since her cat passed I have seen the word audacious written more in the last two weeks than I have, ever seen it referenced. It makes me smile, maybe because as a cat lover I know it’s Audrey coming through just saying hi, which I relayed to my friend.
Your photos of your grandparents are wonderful. They look like wonderfully kind people, but wow, how lucky you are to have had such worldly grandparents giving you such wonderful life advice. I’m a big Shakespeare fan myself after studying the sonnets in high school. (My faves are 116 and 112) I went through a stage of being obsessed with Othello.
One of the pictures you posted made me instantly think of a childhood friends’ grandparents that lived up the road, and I would visit often with my friend. They had a similar house pictured in the background of your photo. They had a green vinyl chair with steel legs I would spin in it (and be told to stop!) and a cuckoo clock. It made me think of her grandmother, a porcelain ladle and pumpkin soup. Their house just had such a warm glow to it.
I walked past the house the other day and the new owners have painted it all grey, and without her grandparents it felt cold and soulless. They really brought so much sunshine to that house and to my childhood friend Lisa and I.
Thank you, chup. What a lovely story about the audacious Audrey. Thank you for sharing that! Now that your friend shared this with you, it can become like a language in which you are now both connecting with Audrey.
Yes, my grandparents were very kind, and they were gentle. Thank you for appreciating them. I know they would be grateful.
Sonnet 116 is one of my favourites, too, and I cannot hear it without thinking of Kate Winslet's moving recitation of it in Ang Lee's Sense and Sensibility (although I don't remember it being in Austen's novel).
What a wonderful and detailed memory of your friends' grandparents and their house. That home will live forever in your heart. Love really is what makes a house a home, and it sounds like there was a lot of love they shared with you that carries on in your memories and through who you are for having been touched by their lives.