Honestly I put off reading this because...I cannot fathom the grief of losing a beloved sister. Maybe you can't either but here, now, you have written a moving tribute to her and her influence. Even the photos! Tears in my eyes. You were indeed blessed and I have no doubt she would want you to keep exploring and keep writing.
PS I came to Harvard Square later and it was still funky for a little while (Brother Blue!), and that Middle Eastern Cafe on Arrow Street...
Good thing I was distracted Sunday morning by having to drive out to Denver Pa and back. Waking up to this was just what I needed to jumpstart my week. Thank you !
The best post yet. For those of us as fortunate to make our way into the world through such a singular, cultured and expressive place, this remembrance is a reminder of how good we had it. For those of us who were raised without an older sister, or brother, or someone to light the way in music, film values or whatever, in your fine prose we can only imagine what we missed by not having a Marylynn in our lives. I bumbled into Styx or Foghat but we knew nothing of the Beatles or the British invasion. I committed to memory the sketches of Cheech and Chong, but never exercised my prefrontal cortex with the likes of Monty Python. Until much later. I guess I turned out OK, but I didn't really know what I missed-out on until I read this lovely ode to Ms. Marylynn!
Honestly I put off reading this because...I cannot fathom the grief of losing a beloved sister. Maybe you can't either but here, now, you have written a moving tribute to her and her influence. Even the photos! Tears in my eyes. You were indeed blessed and I have no doubt she would want you to keep exploring and keep writing.
PS I came to Harvard Square later and it was still funky for a little while (Brother Blue!), and that Middle Eastern Cafe on Arrow Street...
A beautiful tribute to your sister’s influence.
Good thing I was distracted Sunday morning by having to drive out to Denver Pa and back. Waking up to this was just what I needed to jumpstart my week. Thank you !
The best post yet. For those of us as fortunate to make our way into the world through such a singular, cultured and expressive place, this remembrance is a reminder of how good we had it. For those of us who were raised without an older sister, or brother, or someone to light the way in music, film values or whatever, in your fine prose we can only imagine what we missed by not having a Marylynn in our lives. I bumbled into Styx or Foghat but we knew nothing of the Beatles or the British invasion. I committed to memory the sketches of Cheech and Chong, but never exercised my prefrontal cortex with the likes of Monty Python. Until much later. I guess I turned out OK, but I didn't really know what I missed-out on until I read this lovely ode to Ms. Marylynn!