|Reviews for Just Visiting|
| hellbentheretic 12/1/06 . chapter 1
This is all very true. I enjoyed (for the most part) going to my grandparents' house in Madison, SD. And seeing the past from the late forties up to the time my Grandmother died and my Grandfather moved out. All these things come together to form a gestalt of old ideas recycled and born again with each decade. They had five kids of which one is my father. The memories that this house contains is incalculable.
You have captured that feeling precisely in these words you have submitted. The very nostalgia of it all is very apparent here: 'Even the wallpaper stripped away to the harsh reality of the concrete beneath, traces of pink paint cling to the past.'
How does one as a child fully appreciate all of this and when becoming an adult and having now no grandparents get it back?
You can't, of course.
This is the first I've read of your stuff and you are now on my favorite authors list.