This is an interesting perspective of William Morris that I haven't really delved into, even though I 'grew up' with him. My sister, mother and I used to have William Morris parties on his birthday. My dad made us a fancy meal once and we'd always write poems.
This piece made me just ache inside - it was so beautiful. It took me to a place I didn’t expect - was expecting a deep dive into William Morris but found myself immersed in the most lovely life philosophy. This idea of child memory. I too have strived hard to create a beautiful Sanctuary for my children. My mother in law who was a very pragmatic and self controlled woman once said to me - you care too much about childhood. I wish I had had these words back then to explain. You do so in the most exquisite way❤️
You have just brought back memories of comfy brown 70's lounges (maybe ugly by todays standards, they were dated then) but as a child I loved the texture. Then the brown coffee cups and the brown wedding present vase. In all the many moves these were always present. Along with Shearing of the Rams by Tom Roberts. This was quite beautiful and intriguing to me.
My own children enjoy a lot more floral, a few Morris pieces and different religious art in our home and so it will be interesting to see what they remember. Certainly a subject to reflect on. God bless you Denise!
I have a feeling I know what your brown mugs look like. For me, it was my Mom’s fine china all set around the table on big holidays. And an old mustard colored sofa with large cushions. And the smell of pork roast coming from the kitchen.
Fine china would have been beautiful! Those brown ones were not pretty, but if I happen to see similar they give me a nostalgic feeling. If you were poor growing up in the 80's you lived in the shadow of the 70's.
I love this sentence..."the place that equips us with the courage to step out into our greater journey because we know it will always be there when we turn around."
Denise, dear, your whole piece so resonates with all I did NOT have. Your many examples of how you loved, what you cherished is unbelievably beautiful. They all made me weep. Growing up in a 'house', not 'home', full of rancor and tension and fighting parents - I couldn't wait to leave. Married at 20 years old became a huge mistake; divorce followed. I could go on and on. Just know I yearn to live as you have, and you do. I have kept this essay and will treasure your memories; you have brought into the light my own sadness and crying feels good. Thank you for a beautiful piece.
I love this line "Children absorb smells, sounds, the way things look, the feel of things under their hands" - it is true, I have seen it many times
This is an interesting perspective of William Morris that I haven't really delved into, even though I 'grew up' with him. My sister, mother and I used to have William Morris parties on his birthday. My dad made us a fancy meal once and we'd always write poems.
I love that custom! I always drink out of his mug on his birthday. But a whole party seems absolutely called for! ❤️😊
This piece made me just ache inside - it was so beautiful. It took me to a place I didn’t expect - was expecting a deep dive into William Morris but found myself immersed in the most lovely life philosophy. This idea of child memory. I too have strived hard to create a beautiful Sanctuary for my children. My mother in law who was a very pragmatic and self controlled woman once said to me - you care too much about childhood. I wish I had had these words back then to explain. You do so in the most exquisite way❤️
You have just brought back memories of comfy brown 70's lounges (maybe ugly by todays standards, they were dated then) but as a child I loved the texture. Then the brown coffee cups and the brown wedding present vase. In all the many moves these were always present. Along with Shearing of the Rams by Tom Roberts. This was quite beautiful and intriguing to me.
My own children enjoy a lot more floral, a few Morris pieces and different religious art in our home and so it will be interesting to see what they remember. Certainly a subject to reflect on. God bless you Denise!
I have a feeling I know what your brown mugs look like. For me, it was my Mom’s fine china all set around the table on big holidays. And an old mustard colored sofa with large cushions. And the smell of pork roast coming from the kitchen.
Fine china would have been beautiful! Those brown ones were not pretty, but if I happen to see similar they give me a nostalgic feeling. If you were poor growing up in the 80's you lived in the shadow of the 70's.
I love this sentence..."the place that equips us with the courage to step out into our greater journey because we know it will always be there when we turn around."
Denise, dear, your whole piece so resonates with all I did NOT have. Your many examples of how you loved, what you cherished is unbelievably beautiful. They all made me weep. Growing up in a 'house', not 'home', full of rancor and tension and fighting parents - I couldn't wait to leave. Married at 20 years old became a huge mistake; divorce followed. I could go on and on. Just know I yearn to live as you have, and you do. I have kept this essay and will treasure your memories; you have brought into the light my own sadness and crying feels good. Thank you for a beautiful piece.