tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post6566809727734571103..comments2024-03-29T08:22:50.787-04:00Comments on paris breakfasts: Nostalgia...Parisbreakfastshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558314043814894010noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-12269958983103030162007-09-10T15:44:00.000-04:002007-09-10T15:44:00.000-04:00Such delicate & beautiful colours ... I wonder if ...Such delicate & beautiful colours ... I wonder if nostalgia = longing + love + good memories (with the bad bits edited out) .<BR/><BR/>Beautiful painting tooElizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09172329415798888414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-29583599429598169812007-09-10T08:18:00.000-04:002007-09-10T08:18:00.000-04:00And nostalgia leads to memories which lead to stor...And nostalgia leads to memories which lead to stories or paintings...and this way we share what we remember so that they can belong to others as well. <BR/><BR/>Now I'll always have tucked away in my recollections of <I>macarons</I>, which are already delicious memories, beautiful green ones...thank you for that gift.<BR/><BR/>Meilleurs voeux!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-19774295005740625102007-09-10T07:10:00.000-04:002007-09-10T07:10:00.000-04:00Nostalgia is the memory of the heart. Some smells,...Nostalgia is the memory of the heart. <BR/>Some smells, photos, memories and songs... make me feel nostalgic at times. <BR/><BR/>Your photo of the green Ladurée macarons is so evocative, so enticing... so fresh yet fragile. You know, I've never had a Ladurée maracon. Next time I'm in Paris, it will be first on my heart agenda!xxxxxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07303572884534118274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-86105698595237005812007-09-08T22:54:00.000-04:002007-09-08T22:54:00.000-04:00Yes, I'm nostalgic for the light in that room too,...Yes, I'm nostalgic for the light in that room too, and I've never been there! Thanks for your memories!Jan Allsopphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06173592009682998308noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-17228450814300115572007-09-08T20:14:00.000-04:002007-09-08T20:14:00.000-04:00Yes. Listening to others memories is always a spe...Yes. Listening to others memories is always a special invitation.. a bit like opening an old suitcase that has been hidden and sharing it with the other.simonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17329985554257923069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-47350792821433697032007-09-08T17:43:00.000-04:002007-09-08T17:43:00.000-04:00And Swedish meatballs!And Swedish meatballs!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-75692529347018140782007-09-08T17:42:00.000-04:002007-09-08T17:42:00.000-04:00What a sweet photo of you and your Mom. I have be...What a sweet photo of you and your Mom. I have been looking at photographs with my Mom today and feeling nostalgic too!<BR/><BR/>The things that make me feel particularly nostalgic are seeing games, curios, toys, clothing, from when I was little at flee markets.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-88382192148059977342007-09-08T17:08:00.000-04:002007-09-08T17:08:00.000-04:00This is such a beautiful post, it left me speechle...This is such a beautiful post, it left me speechless when I looked at it for the first time yesterday. <BR/><BR/>I think of a healthy dose of nostalgia as a positive affirmation of moments well lived. Life would be almost pointless otherwise.Merisihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16781937797213521146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-78836618432518873582007-09-08T16:53:00.000-04:002007-09-08T16:53:00.000-04:00Yes, I think you can be nostalgic for someone else...Yes, I think you can be nostalgic for someone else's memories. But we need to find a good word for it.<BR/><BR/>These photos and the watercolor are all beautiful but I particularly love the "Ladurée green" photo. That is amazing.Blame It on Parishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12290292759310303671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-83399495652727134512007-09-08T11:00:00.000-04:002007-09-08T11:00:00.000-04:00Beautiful CarolBlue Grass! You have brought me ba...Beautiful Carol<BR/><BR/>Blue Grass! You have brought me back through the years to a special time. I love that fresh scent. <BR/><BR/>Scents are such potent and direct line to nostalgia and emotionVictoria Pittmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07969651156200998286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-6562760073002473202007-09-08T09:01:00.000-04:002007-09-08T09:01:00.000-04:00How very lovely and beautiful is all that you shar...How very lovely and beautiful is all that you share.<BR/>Yes many flowers are sentimental to me especially since my beloved Mother died..........<BR/>Blessings!Jeannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16734743330025974332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-82362919383236984582007-09-08T07:49:00.000-04:002007-09-08T07:49:00.000-04:00yum, macarons and roses lovely combination and wha...yum, macarons and roses lovely combination and what a nice remembrance of your mother.K and Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15375282198168168331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-20326760113848847532007-09-08T03:41:00.000-04:002007-09-08T03:41:00.000-04:00How on earth could there ever be a statute of limi...How on earth could there ever be a statute of limitations on memories dearest Carol?<BR/><BR/>By hearing of stories about my great grandmother, grandfather and my grandmother their memories have now become mine and will become the memories of my nieces and nephews. <BR/><BR/>That's the great thing about memories. :-) They never really die.Ann (MobayDP)https://www.blogger.com/profile/03107580049551982062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-36508176475820266042007-09-08T01:33:00.000-04:002007-09-08T01:33:00.000-04:00YES YES AND YES!Missn yaYES YES AND YES!<BR/><BR/>Missn yasavvycityfarmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01123857662106999560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-63983843881466208972007-09-07T18:20:00.000-04:002007-09-07T18:20:00.000-04:00I'm not faulting us for our nostalgia, but instead...I'm not faulting us for our nostalgia, but instead, hoping to point to a "now living" through this sharing. At present, I need constant reminders because I have lost the childlike wonder of living in the present. I think your wonderful photos and observations of the delightful things you've seen are so beautiful because at those moments when you witnessed them you were totally present to them!<BR/><BR/>I so enjoy looking at what you have seen! And hearing where you've been!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-28263362753004846102007-09-07T18:19:00.000-04:002007-09-07T18:19:00.000-04:00Thinking further about nostalgia, I picked up a bo...Thinking further about nostalgia, I picked up a book this morning and read the following:<BR/><BR/>"As has always been said, clarity comes with the giving up of self. But what this means is that we cease to attribute selfhood to these echoes and mirror images. Otherwise we stand in a hall of mirrors, dancing hesitantly and irresolutely because we are making the images take the lead. We move in circles because we are following what we have already done. We have lost touch with our original identity, which is not the system of images but the great self-moving gesture of this as yet unremembered moment. The gift of remembering and binding time creates the illusion that the past stands to the present as agent to act, mover to moved. Living thus from the past, with echoes taking the lead, we are not truly here, and are always a little late for the feast. Yet could anything be more obvious than that the past follows from the present like the wake of a ship, and that if we are to be alive at all, here is the place to be?<BR/><BR/>Alan Watts p. 82 The Joyous CosmologyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-57790034382576844572007-09-07T16:14:00.000-04:002007-09-07T16:14:00.000-04:00I wanted to tell you that I looooove Elizabeth Ard...I wanted to tell you that I looooove Elizabeth Arden's Blue Grass and I always have a bottle of it on my dresser. I've worn it for at LEAST 30 years. <BR/>Also, I really like your blog and am thankful I can <BR/>get it daily. You do beautiful work and your memories of your parents are lovely.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-50452863573005099792007-09-07T13:03:00.000-04:002007-09-07T13:03:00.000-04:00oh absolutely you can become enraptured by another...oh absolutely you can become enraptured by anothers memories...i love to listen to others rememberances...it is especially blissful to hear tales of youth of my elder family members...although i am quickly become one of them...blessings, rebeccaRebecca E. Parsons/Cre8Tivahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07232095697300045428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-75525074269329137922007-09-07T12:44:00.000-04:002007-09-07T12:44:00.000-04:00I read in a book once that there are two kinds of ...I read in a book once that there are two kinds of people, those who are always looking towards the future and those who are always looking towards the past.<BR/>I love playing old music and leafing through my old books and drifting off into nostalgic reveries. <BR/>Especially when one's lived as fascinating a life as you Carol, it must be lovely to reminisce.<BR/>P.S. I have been loving the comments you make on Flickr - they make me laugh!<BR/>P.P.S. My little sister is in Paris on her honeymoon - I'm jealous!Anitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00682831728716470013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-19358031874817991842007-09-07T09:48:00.000-04:002007-09-07T09:48:00.000-04:00I am nostalgia over spring/summer.. Where did it g...I am nostalgia over spring/summer.. Where did it go??? Once again you have left us with something to ponder over till Monday. I loved what Janice c said..Cris, Artist in Oregonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15067969984221375853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-664645721039958362007-09-07T09:03:00.000-04:002007-09-07T09:03:00.000-04:00I've nominated you for a Nice Matters Award!I've nominated you for a Nice Matters Award!Mary Richmondhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12987381109911597964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-60045372531732441612007-09-07T08:52:00.000-04:002007-09-07T08:52:00.000-04:00Hi Carol- haven't been in here a while. Crazy summ...Hi Carol- haven't been in here a while. Crazy summer! <BR/>I love this rose/macaroon watercolor- is it recent? Gorgeous!<BR/>Like yourself, I am sucker for nostalgia....today is fully experienced with the passage of time. My husband bought me perfume my mom used to wear....every once in a while I sniff it....for nostalgia's sake. A dash of nostalgia and memories makes life so much richer.....have a great day.Asia Jacyna Divakaranhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11749004964280090911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-88922787174410249062007-09-07T08:38:00.000-04:002007-09-07T08:38:00.000-04:00Can you be nostalgic for someone else's memories? ...Can you be nostalgic for someone else's memories? Absolutely.WendyBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00985099019783464580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-39468080156936091422007-09-07T08:33:00.000-04:002007-09-07T08:33:00.000-04:00And you say you are not a poet. We are but moments...And you say you are not a poet. We are but moments. One linked to another. Perhaps it is a desire for grace you are feeling, an appreciation for all fine things where it shows up. The remembrance of those who wear it so well. There is another fine moment waiting for you today. Fall does this to us I think. The change in light, the shift in the breeze. And roses go inward to build toward the spring.Janice C. Cartierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06167175332825321189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26546687.post-10081581442041114312007-09-07T08:30:00.000-04:002007-09-07T08:30:00.000-04:00Like Proust's remembrances of things past...sights...Like Proust's remembrances of things past...sights, smells, memories...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com