{"id":2625,"date":"2007-07-08T21:27:47","date_gmt":"2007-07-09T04:27:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dinawakley.com\/?p=2625"},"modified":"2007-07-08T21:27:47","modified_gmt":"2007-07-09T04:27:47","slug":"so-tonightstrea","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dinawakley.com\/?p=2625","title":{"rendered":"So, tonight&#8230;(stream of consciousness memories)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m feeling tired and I&#8217;m reflecting on memories of my Grandma, she died when I was 9 and I remember standing by her casket and sobbing, sobbing with my cousin and even now almost 30 years later I cry when I think about that day, and I remember the sticks of Doublemint gum and the $5 bills in the birthday cards, and the brown bag full of small gifts when we&#8217;d arrive on the farm, and I remember her setting out pie tins full of kitchen scraps for the wild cats who wouldn&#8217;t come near until you were peeking from behind the screen door, and I remember she saved the bacon grease, solidified, on the stove and how she loved the lilacs out the window, and I remember the raspberries &amp; milk and the jam downstairs in the cellar with the paraffin seal, and I remember her jewelry box and how she&#8217;d let me wear the earrings, and I remember sitting by her on the brown nubby couch, her legs propped up, she was patiently teaching me how to crochet and I made the world&#8217;s longest crochet chain, it stretched for miles and miles and that crochet chain is still stretching from me to her, stretching and helping me remember.<\/p>\n<p><a onclick=\"window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=538,height=700,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false\" href=\"http:\/\/dinastamps.typepad.com\/.shared\/image.html?\/photos\/uncategorized\/2007\/07\/08\/remember.jpg\"><\/a><a onclick=\"window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=538,height=700,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false\" href=\"http:\/\/dinastamps.typepad.com\/.shared\/image.html?\/photos\/uncategorized\/2007\/07\/08\/remember_2.jpg\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" title=\"Remember_2\" height=\"650\" alt=\"Remember_2\" src=\"https:\/\/dinastamps.typepad.com\/ponderings\/images\/2007\/07\/08\/remember_2.jpg\" width=\"500\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>&nbsp; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m feeling tired and I&#8217;m reflecting on memories of my Grandma, she died when I was 9 and I remember&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2625","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dinawakley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2625","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dinawakley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dinawakley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dinawakley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dinawakley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2625"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/dinawakley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2625\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dinawakley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2625"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dinawakley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2625"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dinawakley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2625"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}