tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747600011053979157.post7236203919692561328..comments2023-06-26T08:58:51.987-07:00Comments on My Bead Journal: Family WhiningLois2037http://www.blogger.com/profile/04776736493772592187noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747600011053979157.post-78366470988624222482011-02-22T10:51:50.350-08:002011-02-22T10:51:50.350-08:00Robin, I don't like people to handle some of m...<b>Robin,</b> I don't like people to handle some of my collectibles, either. And maybe he thought a child might make a mess or damage his things. Knowing you, I'm sure you would have been very careful. I'm sorry he didn't realize that and give you a chance.Lois2037https://www.blogger.com/profile/04776736493772592187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747600011053979157.post-67602683410138891872011-02-17T00:34:46.404-08:002011-02-17T00:34:46.404-08:00My grandfather, who raised me for two years after ...My grandfather, who raised me for two years after my dad died, was like your father. Once in a while I was allowed to watch him, from a reasonable distance, but I was not allowed to talk. He was not an artist, but he was an avid collector of many things and loved to arrange, label and organize his collections. I always wanted to touch his things and ask questions. Why didn't he allow me the slightest entry? I don't know. I think of him as a person with a warm, generous heart covered with a thick, cool shell. I feel sad for the loss you and I have exerienced.Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06700778413231259614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747600011053979157.post-20038659893273105702011-02-17T00:32:48.595-08:002011-02-17T00:32:48.595-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06700778413231259614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747600011053979157.post-23129981996977341962011-02-10T00:43:32.252-08:002011-02-10T00:43:32.252-08:00Roberta, I was really interested in what my dad wa...<b>Roberta</b>, I was really interested in what my dad was doing, but I was always either shooed away or told, "Don't bother your father." When I was older, it was still the same, even though I definitely expressed my interest in watching and learning. <br /><b>Carol,</b> I wasn't raised in a "children are meant to be seen and not heard" kind of house, but my folks were not particularly involved parents. In many ways, that suited me pretty well, but I did lose out on some stuff.Lois2037https://www.blogger.com/profile/04776736493772592187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747600011053979157.post-32831458303799356762011-02-09T05:29:39.748-08:002011-02-09T05:29:39.748-08:00Roberta is right, you never know. Sometimes when ...Roberta is right, you never know. Sometimes when they are 30 they let you know point blank.<br /><br />My daughter always saw my sewing and needlework but was never interested to learn.<br /><br />My 13 year old grandson watched closely as I crocheted when he was young and asked me to teach him. He learned and that was cool. O, he's 13 now and doesn't crochet, but he was interested enough to want to spend the time with me and I relish that.<br /><br />Lois, we were raised in the children are meant to be seen and not heard generation. How sad for us and for our parents. We had a lot to offer, but they never saw it.Carol- Beads and Birdshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11062821517519300477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747600011053979157.post-73830039717317804352011-02-09T05:10:55.618-08:002011-02-09T05:10:55.618-08:00In those two paragraphs you give up a lot about yo...In those two paragraphs you give up a lot about yourself. I admire that. I think I am a person like your dad. I raised two kids all the while painting in my studio. I don't think they ever watched me paint either. I painted while they were in school. I stopped as soon as they came home to make dinner and do chores.<br />I wonder if they feel the way you do? it is food for thought. We never seem to know what damage we do to our children until it is too late.Roberta Warshawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09869094383053871169noreply@blogger.com