Oh, Emma, what a childhood you had, one that is so interesting to read at the same time as reading The Drying Rooms. That you have been able to write your life, as I think of it, is remarkable. What myriad experiences, places and people. I also enjoy the little "portraits" of your mom and dad.
Thank you, Anna. Yes, it’s a treasured memory. I can see us pulling up (if that’s what you do on a horse) at a low wall round a tangerine grove and Sayid plucking a tangerine for me direct from a tree.
I loved this beautiful evocation of your Turkish birth place and the glimpses of infant hood in Middle Eastern places. Your references to smells, your father’s soap washed cheeks..the excitement of horse riding in Egypt.. elegantly conveyed.
I wish I had known we had Milly Molly Mandy in common back in the day... I used to frequent her household and pretend I was her friend, alongside Billy Blunt and little friend Susan. I dreamed of making apple turnovers for her teacher and having a whole family of kind people... oh my word. Xx
So good to have these scenes alongside the Drying Rooms chapters. As you say Emma - dark and light.
Thank you, Melissa
Oh, Emma, what a childhood you had, one that is so interesting to read at the same time as reading The Drying Rooms. That you have been able to write your life, as I think of it, is remarkable. What myriad experiences, places and people. I also enjoy the little "portraits" of your mom and dad.
This is wonderful Emma. So evocative of your extraordinary childhood but woven with understated emotion.
Thank you so much, Carne.
How evocative and lovely, Emma. How I would love to ride past the Sphinx on horseback and pluck tangerines from the trees!
Thank you, Anna. Yes, it’s a treasured memory. I can see us pulling up (if that’s what you do on a horse) at a low wall round a tangerine grove and Sayid plucking a tangerine for me direct from a tree.
I loved this beautiful evocation of your Turkish birth place and the glimpses of infant hood in Middle Eastern places. Your references to smells, your father’s soap washed cheeks..the excitement of horse riding in Egypt.. elegantly conveyed.
Thank you, Angelique.
I wish I had known we had Milly Molly Mandy in common back in the day... I used to frequent her household and pretend I was her friend, alongside Billy Blunt and little friend Susan. I dreamed of making apple turnovers for her teacher and having a whole family of kind people... oh my word. Xx
Lovely! Thank you for this, Angie.
Thank you for this Dawn. It felt good writing this as it was full of light!