tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post1547416682865219262..comments2023-03-20T07:26:58.659-04:00Comments on Elizabeth Hilts: The Thing I Always Think About on St. Patrick's DayElizabeth Hiltshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11105853056002474825noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post-15319683533737517272011-03-27T12:34:29.363-04:002011-03-27T12:34:29.363-04:00Thanks, Deb. My sweet dad was not much in evidence...Thanks, Deb. My sweet dad was not much in evidence during that time, so it was nice (as a writer and as his daughter) to access that memory. <br /><br />Ace, thanks. I've never actually been wasp-waisted, and I certainly wasn't that day, but a girl could dream.Elizabeth Hiltshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11105853056002474825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post-9026726732872670772011-03-27T11:07:16.173-04:002011-03-27T11:07:16.173-04:00"...wasp-waisted..." -- what a wonderful..."...wasp-waisted..." -- what a wonderful image!Ace Hollerannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post-24652316367838253542011-03-27T09:54:26.980-04:002011-03-27T09:54:26.980-04:00Liz, I remember when you married Mike. I was shoc...Liz, I remember when you married Mike. I was shocked and surprised and as much as I liked him, I could not see you with him as a wife. Your words brought all of those memories back to me and my love and concern for the both of you and for that little girl growing inside of you. I am so happy that although you did marry Mike, it has led you to be the mature, loving, caring wonderful mother, Deb Aplin Konkosnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post-8184180061718194882011-03-27T00:35:44.473-04:002011-03-27T00:35:44.473-04:00Thank you, Anonymous...who are you?Thank you, Anonymous...who are you?Elizabeth Hiltshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11105853056002474825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post-21884644476399455782011-03-26T21:52:13.814-04:002011-03-26T21:52:13.814-04:00I had never heard this story. I felt like I was ri...I had never heard this story. I felt like I was right there inside you living it.it has all the things I love about you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post-84211245153462348532011-03-26T18:33:06.276-04:002011-03-26T18:33:06.276-04:00Oh, Carol, what praise! Thank you.Oh, Carol, what praise! Thank you.Elizabeth Hiltshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11105853056002474825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post-11293124710572345942011-03-26T18:12:26.657-04:002011-03-26T18:12:26.657-04:00Your words pull me into that church, and I think b...Your words pull me into that church, and I think back: Have I ever felt "strange and familiar comfort"? Surely yes, because I know exactly what it is--because of your words. I think I remember smiling through tears. Just as I did when I read this. ... What a wonderful result grew from this day long ago.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06057685378081875543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post-72454695469344198212011-03-17T21:05:28.851-04:002011-03-17T21:05:28.851-04:00Elisabeth, thank you so much. It is me and it is f...Elisabeth, thank you so much. It is me and it is from my memoir and, today, it means a lot to get this kind of response to the writing.Elizabeth Hiltshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11105853056002474825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post-55099212982524546852011-03-17T20:58:06.959-04:002011-03-17T20:58:06.959-04:00What wonderful writing. It is just so poignant and...What wonderful writing. It is just so poignant and I find myself deeply curious about how things panned out. I like the raw hard edge in this writing, the fact that things are not what they seem, the clash between the internal monologue of the narrator, whom I presume is you, and all the perceptions of the other characters. <br /><br />To me this is high class memoir, non-fiction or even Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post-86207770532010146642011-03-17T18:59:30.050-04:002011-03-17T18:59:30.050-04:00Thank you, Kate and Donna. That line about being c...Thank you, Kate and Donna. That line about being close to my father evokes some nice memories, in spite of everything.Elizabeth Hiltshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11105853056002474825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post-64708605418490418812011-03-17T18:49:23.724-04:002011-03-17T18:49:23.724-04:00Thank you for sharing this piece. I especially lo...Thank you for sharing this piece. I especially love the lines about being close to your father. Such a powerful image.Donnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10410110217662411152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post-89435577157125631202011-03-17T13:01:25.505-04:002011-03-17T13:01:25.505-04:00Wow. Beautifully told.Wow. Beautifully told.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04761312940255378858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post-41129286307302868872011-03-17T12:19:34.334-04:002011-03-17T12:19:34.334-04:00You always make me cry... That's not a bad thi...You always make me cry... That's not a bad thing.Kashahttp://thefarmgirlcooks.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post-16417236781120990422011-03-17T11:35:13.090-04:002011-03-17T11:35:13.090-04:00Turns out I did, Jonathan. Thanks.Turns out I did, Jonathan. Thanks.Elizabeth Hiltshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11105853056002474825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post-84629923351332360952011-03-17T11:34:16.722-04:002011-03-17T11:34:16.722-04:00Very touching story. I wonder if you had the powe...Very touching story. I wonder if you had the power to save you too.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07999705599724380270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post-57329993509234094432011-03-17T11:22:41.890-04:002011-03-17T11:22:41.890-04:00Aw, Daisy; thanks!Aw, Daisy; thanks!Elizabeth Hiltshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11105853056002474825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post-46522246840923366442011-03-17T11:22:24.163-04:002011-03-17T11:22:24.163-04:00Thank you, Marci.Thank you, Marci.Elizabeth Hiltshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11105853056002474825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post-57905252590783263842011-03-17T11:22:18.528-04:002011-03-17T11:22:18.528-04:00You get me every time. Beautiful.You get me every time. Beautiful. @DaisyCAbreuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03253877170785328749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1563797342845028773.post-16875377250240903592011-03-17T10:56:54.886-04:002011-03-17T10:56:54.886-04:00Beautifully written (of course.)Beautifully written (of course.)Marci Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09646172789405089547noreply@blogger.com