tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post6201122228166314669..comments2023-05-24T07:28:47.004-05:00Comments on Teresa Evangeline: The Secrets We CarryTeresa Evangelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-25328814979619708642013-03-07T08:15:19.833-06:002013-03-07T08:15:19.833-06:00It's always a joy to hear from you, you always...It's always a joy to hear from you, you always leave such thoughtful, insightful responses and this is certainly no exception. None of my secrets were secrets that happened to me and therefore painful, they were and are really the secrets of my truest self, the self I am still revealing and feeling more and more at home with, and it feels really good. I'm so glad it evoked fond memories for you. It's very nice to see you.Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-60795446024034921982013-03-07T07:53:28.598-06:002013-03-07T07:53:28.598-06:00Fondest memories drape our thoughts in colors of j...Fondest memories drape our thoughts in colors of joy, while painful ones undress ourselves in tears of sorrow. A secret remains a secret only when it secretes soundlessly into our conscience. Some of it brew our lives into maturity. But, some secrets are too painful to keep forever, lest they bury us alive. Very meaningful writing and it evokes the fondest memories in me of many things silently stilled by time. cyclopsevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11440123931878867581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-88624327577012360552013-01-29T22:06:13.958-06:002013-01-29T22:06:13.958-06:00I don't think we should ever have secrets from...I don't think we should ever have secrets from ourselves. It would be self-destructive. I do think we each have a somewhat secret self we hesitate to share openly with others, though. I like your statement "It's all about your eternally present past." So very true. I'm also a big believer that we have the right to let the past go and move forward without the baggage it entails.Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-41864804630960861542013-01-29T22:02:34.967-06:002013-01-29T22:02:34.967-06:00All the furniture still there? How intriguing. It ...All the furniture still there? How intriguing. It would be hard to resist a walk-through.Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-15245471460052637552013-01-29T21:47:52.917-06:002013-01-29T21:47:52.917-06:00This is in response to your exchange with Alan Bur...This is in response to your exchange with Alan Burnett.<br /><br />Abandoned houses creep me out, as do secrets. Recently, very recently, my best and oldest and only life-long friend gifted me with a series of email exchanges which evoked from with me the words I have been wanting to put together <i>for myself</i> for a lifetime. Gold. <i>It's all about your eternally present past.</i> You need to get it out: no secrets from yourself.Doc Häagen-Dazshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00577427442824705257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-23891288228610719602013-01-29T20:19:48.895-06:002013-01-29T20:19:48.895-06:00Yes it is exciting in a mysterious kind of way to ...Yes it is exciting in a mysterious kind of way to go through an abandoned house. There was one like that next to my brothers house in the country. The doors had rotted away so we just walked in. All the furniture was left but it felt spooky walking through someone's house.Manzanitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06467261212623663365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-83290158728075136642013-01-29T07:55:59.872-06:002013-01-29T07:55:59.872-06:00She was a very wise lady....She was a very wise lady....Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-89061497981054576512013-01-28T21:10:34.727-06:002013-01-28T21:10:34.727-06:00She was a very wise lady who knew how to tickle th...She was a very wise lady who knew how to tickle the imagination of a child!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-10928056822324410182013-01-28T08:51:56.008-06:002013-01-28T08:51:56.008-06:00That's an intriguing question you've asked...That's an intriguing question you've asked, Alan. My question would then be: if shared does it lose its value, its meaning to the secret holder? :)Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-34871557703362413812013-01-28T04:14:02.296-06:002013-01-28T04:14:02.296-06:00You are absolutely right - secrets are the strange...You are absolutely right - secrets are the strangest of objects : neither comfortable with being shared nor comfortable in being kept hidden and isolated. I suppose it raises a wider question : can anything have value in isolation, does any secret kept entirely have any meaning?Alan Burnetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-60604904968263498392013-01-27T22:09:37.238-06:002013-01-27T22:09:37.238-06:00That sounds like a wonderful case to hold importan...That sounds like a wonderful case to hold important papers. :) Every child should have one.<br /><br />As far as advice goes, I don't remember a thing. :)Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-42474569706809184632013-01-27T21:34:48.642-06:002013-01-27T21:34:48.642-06:00Such a thought provoking, evocative post. You'...Such a thought provoking, evocative post. You've reminded me exactly how I used to feel about a dark green leather writing case I was left by an aunt I hardly knew, when I was a child. It had a zipper around it, much like the cases Christians carry their bibles in. Blotting paper inside because of course one wrote in ink, and compartments to keep papers, envelopes and a stamp book. I felt it was a solemn responsibility to own it. Or maybe as you say, to be in it's possession.<br /><br />Any useful advice to pass on to us gals from those pamphlets?!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04887669229075945309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-89942546823398706472013-01-27T19:05:05.509-06:002013-01-27T19:05:05.509-06:00Some carry their secrets in their hearts. Bad secr...Some carry their secrets in their hearts. Bad secrets need to be kept to a real minimum and then dispelled at the first opportunity. The key is not to burden someone else with our secrets.Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-16670265576186813662013-01-27T19:03:20.504-06:002013-01-27T19:03:20.504-06:00I plan to have enough time to winnow and then hope...I plan to have enough time to winnow and then hope my sons really do know me as well as I think they do...:)<br /><br />I just found that painting image today and I knew.... He was such a wonderful painter.Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-30194511854430557632013-01-27T19:01:17.174-06:002013-01-27T19:01:17.174-06:00Li, you are such a good writer, so I do take that ...Li, you are such a good writer, so I do take that compliment seriously. We shall see....Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-33653452375093649162013-01-27T19:00:32.297-06:002013-01-27T19:00:32.297-06:00I made a decision at a specific moment in my child...I made a decision at a specific moment in my childhood that I would plant some memories firmly in place. Perhaps I knew on some level I would want to write about them later. Writing is an early love... :)<br /><br />Secrets floating around waiting to be share only when and if the time is right... :)<br /><br />Thank you so much, Bill.Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-55158162681925686072013-01-27T18:58:15.789-06:002013-01-27T18:58:15.789-06:00I love that movie. Horton Foote wrote some memorab...I love that movie. Horton Foote wrote some memorable screenplays that became movies, as well. Really good story telling. Yep, you have the right image. :)Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-6778920065163580542013-01-27T18:57:10.531-06:002013-01-27T18:57:10.531-06:00Definitely with care....:)Definitely with care....:)Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-25015204559693527372013-01-27T18:56:41.175-06:002013-01-27T18:56:41.175-06:00I want to add Sissy, that I talk to people who liv...I want to add Sissy, that I talk to people who live with others and still feel alone. The presence of others is no guarantee of dispelling that...Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-68480058156275220582013-01-27T18:55:40.263-06:002013-01-27T18:55:40.263-06:00I also have a memory of a trunk in my grandparents...I also have a memory of a trunk in my grandparents hayloft...perhaps another story there. The silence of aloneness can be deafening. I do understand... Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-67458177797188689852013-01-27T18:54:06.223-06:002013-01-27T18:54:06.223-06:00Our family went to visit her a year or two later a...Our family went to visit her a year or two later and I recall a sunny little house with lots of knickknacks. I don't recall how long she lived after...Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-73045839012182928692013-01-27T18:53:07.159-06:002013-01-27T18:53:07.159-06:00Oh, sweetie, you're very kind. I have a couple...Oh, sweetie, you're very kind. I have a couple of folks pushing me in that direction. We shall see... :)Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-62866168835347815612013-01-27T18:52:37.600-06:002013-01-27T18:52:37.600-06:00I have heard others who describe all their memorie...I have heard others who describe all their memories of childhood as being in black and white. I ask myself, what does this tell us about the nature of reality? Is life a dream of our own creation? But, that's just me... :)Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-87186036331959484042013-01-27T17:09:36.299-06:002013-01-27T17:09:36.299-06:00Yes. I like good secrets but never having had a pu...Yes. I like good secrets but never having had a purse or a bosom I wouldn't know how to rate these. Bad secrets is another problem...:)troutbirderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14087811292280881959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-39134094396882353562013-01-27T15:36:04.382-06:002013-01-27T15:36:04.382-06:00I feel like I have just been given a gift, Teresa....I feel like I have just been given a gift, Teresa. A gift of memories that I think we all have of those secrets we do carry. You have written this so beautifully. So poignantly. A beloved teacher at the grade school the girls attended passed away a few years after she retired. She lived, alone, in an apartment in town. She rented a second apartment for her "stuff", some of it from her years teaching at a reservation in Arizona in the '50s. Imagine the jewelry, the artwork. I went to the estate sale, bought a little something for the girls to remember her by, but left feeling as if I been somewhere I shouldn't have been. <br /><br />You could not have selected a better painting to accompany this.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com