tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31084276.post4399747021702849816..comments2023-06-29T09:38:18.637-05:00Comments on Never too Late!: Remembering My Father: Clifford W. Marshall, 1905-1974seniorwriterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02199929354675860080noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31084276.post-33999976857100427732008-06-20T17:45:00.000-05:002008-06-20T17:45:00.000-05:00So many times we don't take the time to really kno...So many times we don't take the time to really know someone. And then they are not there and we wonder what might have been. My parents are 90 and 91, frail and failing. I consider myself lucky to be able to call them on the phone and tell them when I have a good day and ask about theirs.MMHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17326387805319849806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31084276.post-53494859051596495762008-06-17T13:33:00.000-05:002008-06-17T13:33:00.000-05:00Most of us wish we could go back and say or do one...Most of us wish we could go back and say or do one more thing for our parents. During our time, parents rarely spoke what they were really thinking or how they ever felt. It wasn't considered important. <BR/><BR/>You did a great job explaining your feelings about your dad.<BR/><BR/>My best,<BR/>Dorothy from grammology<BR/>remember to call gram<BR/>grammology.comDorothyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03181570769074774554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31084276.post-849402211006073862008-06-17T00:44:00.000-05:002008-06-17T00:44:00.000-05:00"I wish I had a chance to know him better - but ma..."I wish I had a chance to know him better - but maybe I wasn't paying attention." I felt exactly that way recently when my dad gave me an old CD recording of my grandmother talking about her life. Unfortunately even though I saw her every weekend I never really knew her, or thought to know her, and NOW I wish...Linda Austinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12440198392313322295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31084276.post-51184327460970210482008-06-15T15:23:00.000-05:002008-06-15T15:23:00.000-05:00You're right. Those are great pictures. And I've n...You're right. Those are great pictures. And I've never seen so many redheads. My father and his father (who died when I was very young) were the only redheads in my family, as far as I know.seniorwriterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02199929354675860080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31084276.post-4489633702840447562008-06-15T14:04:00.000-05:002008-06-15T14:04:00.000-05:00This was so beautiful, Marlys. I'm glad you wrote ...This was so beautiful, Marlys. I'm glad you wrote about your father today, as I have yet to read about him (when I read your book, next on my list). What a quiet tribute. And, since he was a redhead, you might get a kick out of this young woman's ongoing photojournal, featured in A Year in Pictures.<BR/>http://pictureyear.blogspot.com/<BR/>2008/05/assisted.html<BR/>I think her photos are stupendous!Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11135393270656573516noreply@blogger.com