by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 15, 2017 | 60 to 60, Columbus GA, continuous life, marriage, memory, reading, time, truth |
At dinner one new year’s eve, my father told us that one day it wouldn’t be 19 anything; it would be 2000. And when it was the year 2000, he said, he would be 67. He laughed, as if that were something he didn’t believe possible. Then he went around...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 14, 2017 | 60 to 60, Columbus GA, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, reading, time, truth |
1999: Across the pond, the euro is born, but here at home, there are carpools times a thousand, dentist appointments, doctor appointments, snacks for all the various games, watching the various games, school conferences, the grocery times a thousand, the meals that...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 13, 2017 | 60 to 60, Columbus GA, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, time, truth |
1998: I buy my first computer–a Sony laptop. I’m still writing little bits about women but no real story yet. I start keeping a list of the books I read–this year I will read 35. Cal goes to Mobile for business, and I tag along. It’s where my...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 12, 2017 | 60 to 60, Columbus GA, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, time, truth |
1997: Kathleen turns 16, gets her license, and drives out the driveway while my face is plastered to the window. It doesn’t seem possible. Sam is 3 1/2 and he and Jack and Bobby are the three amigos. I have enough free time to think about going back to...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 11, 2017 | 60 to 60, Columbus GA, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, time, truth |
1996: Kathleen gets her learner’s license. I pay someone to plant daffodils in the yard–yes, pay. I have free time again–seven days this year, six in February and one in May. And I write on our new computer. I start a story about a woman who wants...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 10, 2017 | 60 to 60, Columbus GA, continuous life, life, memory, time, truth |
When I’m tired, my memory is less sharp. This is perhaps obvious and yet it surprises me. This morning, I remember that 1994 was the year my grandmother had a stroke and the year Sam and I began our Tuesday visits with her. This evening, as I’m writing...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 9, 2017 | 60 to 60, Columbus GA, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, time, truth |
I wake up realizing that completely absent from my mind when I wrote yesterday’s post was the fact that Sam was born on our anniversary. It seems impossible I could ever forget that. 1994: We all go skiing except Sam. Cal’s mother and the housekeeper take...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 8, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, time, truth |
1993: Bill Clinton is sworn in as President. Kathleen stars in a play. Cal and I go to Bermuda. For the first time, we can know the sex of the baby before he or she is born. I want to know; Cal doesn’t. So they tell me, and I keep it a secret. The baby is due...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 7, 2017 | 60 to 60, Columbus GA, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, time, truth |
1992: Late one night, when Cal arrives home from a business trip, he comes into the bedroom holding a scrap of paper. “You have to get this book,” he says, handing me the paper. “I heard her on NPR.” On the paper, Pam Houston, Cowboys Are My...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 6, 2017 | 60 to 60, Columbus GA, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, time, truth |
1991: We may have moved in, but the house is not finished. Every morning, trucks line the driveway and the street. I must be fully dressed when I come downstairs. Before I start the coffee, I can smell the possibility and hope. I can see all the light and the unfilled...
