http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/03/12/what-roger-saw/ Listen to stories on anything from honeymoons to WWII, from award-winning journalists to first-time writers alike, from anywhere in the world. Fri, 12 Mar 2010 19:06:02 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.4 http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/03/12/what-roger-saw/#comment-3678 Fri, 16 Mar 2007 02:30:24 +0000 http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/03/12/what-roger-saw/#comment-3678 Many years have passed; all of us have strayed many miles away from each other but those poigant memories of dear uncle Roger's visits still linger with us. He was our main contact bringing in the news of family members, checking in on us, fulfilling our need for a grandfather figure. He was forever laughing, joking, calling me "Jeanette" instead of Janet. He continued contact even as we moved so very far away with Christmas cards and letters telling how everyone was and what the weather was doing. Our last conversation was at his brother's funeral. He did not call me "Jeanette", he was greaving greatly and stared blankly past me as I tried to provoke that smile across his face. It was Harold's funeral, my father. How fitting it was that he passed away also during the same month the following year. How fitting that my brother wrote of this during the same month, that weather month of February that the brothers always checked to see if there was 6 more weeks of winter. God Bless them and keep them. Many years have passed; all of us have strayed many miles away from each other but those poigant memories of dear uncle Roger’s visits still linger with us. He was our main contact bringing in the news of family members, checking in on us, fulfilling our need for a grandfather figure. He was forever laughing, joking, calling me “Jeanette” instead of Janet. He continued contact even as we moved so very far away with Christmas cards and letters telling how everyone was and what the weather was doing. Our last conversation was at his brother’s funeral. He did not call me “Jeanette”, he was greaving greatly and stared blankly past me as I tried to provoke that smile across his face. It was Harold’s funeral, my father. How fitting it was that he passed away also during the same month the following year. How fitting that my brother wrote of this during the same month, that weather month of February that the brothers always checked to see if there was 6 more weeks of winter. God Bless them and keep them.

]]> http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/03/12/what-roger-saw/#comment-3621 Tue, 13 Mar 2007 12:44:13 +0000 http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/03/12/what-roger-saw/#comment-3621 Tracy is a heck of a writer—I thoroughly enjoyed this, especially the images he creates. Tracy is a heck of a writer—I thoroughly enjoyed this, especially the images he creates.

]]> http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/03/12/what-roger-saw/#comment-3600 Mon, 12 Mar 2007 16:48:11 +0000 http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/03/12/what-roger-saw/#comment-3600 This is a story that leaves you feeling warm inside. Roger is the type of person that inspires all to do better and to notice what and who is around them. This is a story that leaves you feeling warm inside. Roger is the type of person that inspires all to do better and to notice what and who is around them.

]]>