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What a surprise. Father actually did not call.
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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 642412" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>Nomad and Witz, you both have more in depth knowledge than that author will give you, I think. Given my reluctance to know about this subject, that book was perfect for me. I am glad I read it, but I am a little sorry I read it. difficult child daughter lied to me about something small yesterday. I did not realize, or hid that from myself at the time. This morning, I got it, clear as could be, that the simple little thing she had said was a lie. </p><p></p><p>It was weird, to know it. I usually keep those kinds of understandings out of conscious awareness.</p><p></p><p>Anyway, the book seems to be sinking in in a way something more well-researched may not have.</p><p></p><p>I am not so sure I like to know these things at all.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>He illustrates his examples with stories about actual criminals. Charles Manson, OJ, the Mafioso. Women (or men) who have killed their children. </p><p></p><p>Children (the Menendaz brothers) who have killed their parents.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>My mother can exude that kind of energy, Nomad. She does not seem to grieve when someone dies. Her father, her sister, my father, even. She misses her mother, I think...but she does not say wise things the mother said, or funny or sweet things. For instance, I do not know what the mother cooked, whether she was a good cook. I know more about what my grandfather was like than I do what my grandmother was like.</p><p></p><p>My grandfather had that same iciness to him, that almost reptilian quality, that my mother does.</p><p></p><p>What I am trying to clarify is that my mother does not seem to share personal details about her mother which could bring her memories of her mother alive for me.</p><p></p><p>There seems to be an eerie, emotionless quality to the things my mother remembers. Disturbing facts seem to fall out as she explains this or that old picture. </p><p></p><p>It was very strange, to read that book and to think about these things.</p><p></p><p>How extraordinary.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 642412, member: 17461"] Nomad and Witz, you both have more in depth knowledge than that author will give you, I think. Given my reluctance to know about this subject, that book was perfect for me. I am glad I read it, but I am a little sorry I read it. difficult child daughter lied to me about something small yesterday. I did not realize, or hid that from myself at the time. This morning, I got it, clear as could be, that the simple little thing she had said was a lie. It was weird, to know it. I usually keep those kinds of understandings out of conscious awareness. Anyway, the book seems to be sinking in in a way something more well-researched may not have. I am not so sure I like to know these things at all. *** He illustrates his examples with stories about actual criminals. Charles Manson, OJ, the Mafioso. Women (or men) who have killed their children. Children (the Menendaz brothers) who have killed their parents. *** My mother can exude that kind of energy, Nomad. She does not seem to grieve when someone dies. Her father, her sister, my father, even. She misses her mother, I think...but she does not say wise things the mother said, or funny or sweet things. For instance, I do not know what the mother cooked, whether she was a good cook. I know more about what my grandfather was like than I do what my grandmother was like. My grandfather had that same iciness to him, that almost reptilian quality, that my mother does. What I am trying to clarify is that my mother does not seem to share personal details about her mother which could bring her memories of her mother alive for me. There seems to be an eerie, emotionless quality to the things my mother remembers. Disturbing facts seem to fall out as she explains this or that old picture. It was very strange, to read that book and to think about these things. How extraordinary. Cedar [/QUOTE]
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