The Hidden Letters of Velta B.
“What if a bedrock of words girded the ground beneath our feet? What if the sky were a brattice of sound, hum, and hymn holding us in an invisible embrace? What do I think of this, a poem for the newspaper?
I don’t know if your grandmother ever received hate mail. Certainly there were heated exchanges, particularly regarding politics or recipes involving carrots. She was not a fan of them, as you may or may not recall. She usually got the last word in with her “Kindly Advices” column. If you can’t say anything nice, then shut up already! Did people appreciate her labors with the newspaper? Probably not. Her pearls, as Father would say, had been scattered before swine. But I believe she would have been delighted to see how you are reviving her old column and writing something new: “Mishaps with Camels in Kyrgyzstan!”
And the old pictures. The one you showed me this morning was her favorite, bar none. The legendary Baltic Chain. She wrote an article about what it was like standing alon...g the roadway outside of Riga amid a long line of people holding hands.MoreLess
I don’t know if your grandmother ever received hate mail. Certainly there were heated exchanges, particularly regarding politics or recipes involving carrots. She was not a fan of them, as you may or may not recall. She usually got the last word in with her “Kindly Advices” column. If you can’t say anything nice, then shut up already! Did people appreciate her labors with the newspaper? Probably not. Her pearls, as Father would say, had been scattered before swine. But I believe she would have been delighted to see how you are reviving her old column and writing something new: “Mishaps with Camels in Kyrgyzstan!”
And the old pictures. The one you showed me this morning was her favorite, bar none. The legendary Baltic Chain. She wrote an article about what it was like standing alon...g the roadway outside of Riga amid a long line of people holding hands.MoreLess
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