My siblings and I often share stories and experiences from our childhood. Sometimes our memories and perceptions are very similar. Other times you'd think we grew up in different households with different parents. Poet Dixie Partridge addresses this in her poem "Just Being There."
"I’ve just been forced at a family dinner
to revise a vivid memory: my sister and I
chasing [our father's] favorite horse from wet pasture,
.........
But my brother was with me instead, they both agree,
.........
The end of a story like this
is that it doesn’t end, only changes . . .
leaving us to wonder at the slow
kaleidoscope of memory’s shadow
remaking itself—tomorrow and next year—
how truth holds all our versions."
This beautiful kaleidoscope was a gift from the Hansen family.
It was made by a friend of theirs.
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