by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 20, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, marriage |
1977: I plan a three-month trip to France for the summer. I’ll spend two weeks in Alès with a French family, four weeks in Paris at the Sorbonne, and I’ll travel. I ask Davidson for funds and for credit. I get both. As night falls on the last day of exams...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 19, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, memory, time |
So the same thing is happening that happened when I was writing the one true thing posts. I find myself trying not to think about the next post. As if to think about it before I begin to write might scare a memory away. 1976: The very cute captain of the football team...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 18, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, memory, time |
For the school years, it’s difficult to isolate a calendar year. My mind goes naturally to third grade or seventh grade, not 1974–which would be the last part of my junior year and the first part of my senior year–which for some reason didn’t...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 17, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, memory, time |
Yesterday afternoon it occurred to me I hadn’t mentioned my friends–spending the night out, the spend-the-night parties, the trips together. I find that odd. I always had a best friend. I still keep up with my best friend from high school, from college,...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Feb 16, 2017 | 60 to 60, continuous life, life, memory, obsession |
I’m OBSESSED with connecting the dots from then until now, OBSESSED with understanding that I’ve been on this earth for almost 60 years, OBSESSED with remembering how I spent the 21,871 days between the day I was born and today, OBSESSED with this quote...
