Comments on: The Drive to Nana’s House http://www.poetryevolution.com/2006/12/18/the-drive-to-nanas-house-v2/ Hari Bhajan's musings on poetry, spirit and every day life. Thu, 09 Sep 2010 02:20:20 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2 By: Nick http://www.poetryevolution.com/2006/12/18/the-drive-to-nanas-house-v2/#comment-793 Nick Fri, 12 Jan 2007 08:47:59 +0000 http://www.poetryevolution.com/2006/12/18/the-drive-to-nanas-house-v2/#comment-793 Hari Bhajan, I love to hear stories about the family (families, actually), and this one is no exception. Thank you. Hello Pat, thanks for the minor corrections, and Pam... I'll ask later about the "unfortunate episodes" of which I have not heard. Love you all, Nick. Hari Bhajan,
I love to hear stories about the family (families, actually), and this one is no exception. Thank you. Hello Pat, thanks for the minor corrections, and Pam… I’ll ask later about the “unfortunate episodes” of which I have not heard.
Love you all,
Nick.

]]> By: Pam Lewis http://www.poetryevolution.com/2006/12/18/the-drive-to-nanas-house-v2/#comment-649 Pam Lewis Wed, 20 Dec 2006 04:37:38 +0000 http://www.poetryevolution.com/2006/12/18/the-drive-to-nanas-house-v2/#comment-649 HBK, This is one of my favorite memories of my childhood. The most wonderous time for all of us, made possible by loving parents, grandparents, aunts and cousins. I'm so glad you didn't mention the most unfortunate episode of most our trips over the mountain, and I know I don't have to say what, as it has been the butt of years of jokes in our family as well as the Jelineos! Thank you for bringing this story to life during this holiday. It was a time of loving, sharing and laughter. How lucky are we to have been blessed with parents that would pile 7 people into a small car and trek over a windy, narrow, snow-covered mountain pass just so that we could build special memories with our grandparents and cousins. To this day there is no fonder memory for me. I must say to Mom and Dad, thank you for making this by fondest childhood memory and I think I'm not the only one. Love and happy holidays to all, Pam HBK,
This is one of my favorite memories of my childhood. The most wonderous time for all of us, made possible by loving parents, grandparents, aunts and cousins. I’m so glad you didn’t mention the most unfortunate episode of most our trips over the mountain, and I know I don’t have to say what, as it has been the butt of years of jokes in our family as well as the Jelineos! Thank you for bringing this story to life during this holiday. It was a time of loving, sharing and laughter. How lucky are we to have been blessed with parents that would pile 7 people into a small car and trek over a windy, narrow, snow-covered mountain pass just so that we could build special memories with our grandparents and cousins. To this day there is no fonder memory for me. I must say to Mom and Dad, thank you for making this by fondest childhood memory and I think I’m not the only one.
Love and happy holidays to all,
Pam

]]> By: Pat Wolter http://www.poetryevolution.com/2006/12/18/the-drive-to-nanas-house-v2/#comment-641 Pat Wolter Tue, 19 Dec 2006 01:34:00 +0000 http://www.poetryevolution.com/2006/12/18/the-drive-to-nanas-house-v2/#comment-641 Greetings of the Season! It was fun to read your reminiscence and realize that I had some of the same trepidations traveling those roads to your house, even though the pavement was usually dry. Just for the record, the name of the high school is Cleveland, but when your mom went there it was called Commerce. Lincoln H.S. is on the west side. Also, I think Nana and Papa had 8 children; one son died as an infant, I believe. I can see their house so clearly in my memory. I think her pantry was the most magical place. And how she managed to cook in a kitchen without counters is remarkable. Everything served a dual purpose. I look at today's huge houses for just a few people, and wonder if that's progress. Thanks again for the lovely memories your piece stirred. Love, Pat Greetings of the Season! It was fun to read your reminiscence and realize that I had some of the same trepidations traveling those roads to your house, even though the pavement was usually dry.

Just for the record, the name of the high school is Cleveland, but when your mom went there it was called Commerce. Lincoln H.S. is on the west side.

Also, I think Nana and Papa had 8 children; one son died as an infant, I believe.

I can see their house so clearly in my memory. I think her pantry was the most magical place. And how she managed to cook in a kitchen without counters is remarkable. Everything served a dual purpose. I look at today’s huge houses for just a few people, and wonder if that’s progress.

Thanks again for the lovely memories your piece stirred.

Love,
Pat

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