Riverfest 2009


Went to Riverfest today, and remembered when Elizabeth and Ryanne and Cassie all performed the puppet show in the Kiddy Corner near the post office.  The children wore hand puppets of animals and acted out a play about the environment.  Her picture was in the paper.   There were children over there today.  


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How Dina Aunty relished her memories. Mummy and Daddy were the same, talking about their yesterdays and smiling in that sad-happy way while selecting each picture, each frame from the past, examining it lovingly before it vanished again in the mist. But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be re-created—not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.

> From A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry