She was determined to tell Jace a different version of the first so-called Thanksgiving. Things he was surely old enough to understand. Things that laid the groundwork for the uproar the next day at Beal County Elementary.
Of all the stories shared so far, this one is lodged in my heart. Whether for the sadness of a family torn by tradition vs social justice, or by the casual and callous appropriation of a people's history, or just the sadness of a couple's inability to work through their differences and the resulting impact on a child's formative years, or maybe just because I'm old, this story will stay with me for a long time. Many, many thanks for the courage, the artistry, and the humanity you bring to the Corvairs and Horny Toads of the world.
Hal, I'm very happy to know this story was impactful for you. Me, too! For all the reasons you cite and for voices I heard as a child and voices I long to hear. I'm beginning to grieve a little as I get closer to the finish line but having support like yours is exactly what has made Corvairs and Horny Toads reach a level I couldn't have hoped for in the beginning. Thank you.
Lucinda, I love the last line especially! The ancestors smiled! The entire podcast was simply exquisite. Such a tale of our times--and the divide that came about in the 60s. Growing up in that time, the war, the demonstrations, civil rights-or lack of, assassinations, and music, music, music and performers. Speaking of which, yours too was simply exquisite! and i love the sound effects. Thanks for an enjoyable listen.
So happy you enjoyed this episode. Alan surprised me with the sound effects--I howled with joy. Yeah there was a lot going on and I really was experiencing some FOMO at the time. Thanks for your support, Jeanine.
Such a time it was, and you captured so much—Priscilla envying Cat for looking more ‘Indian,’ Cat eyeing her paler sister’s complexion. The beginnings of realizing that the pilgrims weren’t the good guys. Little Jace caught up in it. And you even got the Alacatraz island live-in. I forget his name but that was so wild!! And really accepted as a sign of the screwed up times—the war, the hypocrisy, the ‘man.’ Loved it Lucinda. This might be my favorite so far.
What a story! I’m so grateful that you carry forward the voices of your ancestors. The pain, the confusion, the fragile sense of self is woven so beautifully through your characters. I loved this one so much.
Of all the stories shared so far, this one is lodged in my heart. Whether for the sadness of a family torn by tradition vs social justice, or by the casual and callous appropriation of a people's history, or just the sadness of a couple's inability to work through their differences and the resulting impact on a child's formative years, or maybe just because I'm old, this story will stay with me for a long time. Many, many thanks for the courage, the artistry, and the humanity you bring to the Corvairs and Horny Toads of the world.
Hal, I'm very happy to know this story was impactful for you. Me, too! For all the reasons you cite and for voices I heard as a child and voices I long to hear. I'm beginning to grieve a little as I get closer to the finish line but having support like yours is exactly what has made Corvairs and Horny Toads reach a level I couldn't have hoped for in the beginning. Thank you.
Lucinda, I love the last line especially! The ancestors smiled! The entire podcast was simply exquisite. Such a tale of our times--and the divide that came about in the 60s. Growing up in that time, the war, the demonstrations, civil rights-or lack of, assassinations, and music, music, music and performers. Speaking of which, yours too was simply exquisite! and i love the sound effects. Thanks for an enjoyable listen.
So happy you enjoyed this episode. Alan surprised me with the sound effects--I howled with joy. Yeah there was a lot going on and I really was experiencing some FOMO at the time. Thanks for your support, Jeanine.
Such a time it was, and you captured so much—Priscilla envying Cat for looking more ‘Indian,’ Cat eyeing her paler sister’s complexion. The beginnings of realizing that the pilgrims weren’t the good guys. Little Jace caught up in it. And you even got the Alacatraz island live-in. I forget his name but that was so wild!! And really accepted as a sign of the screwed up times—the war, the hypocrisy, the ‘man.’ Loved it Lucinda. This might be my favorite so far.
What a story! I’m so grateful that you carry forward the voices of your ancestors. The pain, the confusion, the fragile sense of self is woven so beautifully through your characters. I loved this one so much.
Thank you, Susan. Plumbing the depths here, so appreciative of your input.