Elizabeth and I were in the theater, watching Little Women, the version with Susan Sarandon and Winona Ryder.
Since the movie came out in 1994, that means that Elizabeth was six, barely old enough to sit through a feature length movie. Perhaps we had read Little Women together by then, or I had forgotten how sad it was that Beth dies young. The costumes and the sets and the family feeling, and Kirsten Dunst as a silly vain sister were all winning us over. Claire Danes played a saintly Beth, pure of heart. Kindly Mr. Lawrence surprises her with the gift of his piano, and Beth comes down from her sickbed to receive it on Christmas day. She plays and everyone gathered around the piano sings "Deck the Halls." It is a very moving scene in the movie. Mr. Lawrence reveals that the piano belonged to his little girl who died. We know those of us who have read the novel, that Beth is not long for this world. Tears stream down my face just thinking of it.
As I sat in the dark theater, moved to tears, I heard the sound of Elizabeth's voice joining those on screen as she sang Deck the Halls. She showed no self consciousness as she sang out the words so recently learned. She had become part of the movie by singing along, and I felt proud of her.
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I was dusting her room
and found the bit of green construction paper we had cut into strips then stapled into links to make a chain we used to rip piece by piece one link per day anticipating Christmas.
She loved making the chain with me. I hung it on the door in late November, just after Thanksgiving vacation when she was home on break. We had made origami at the dining room table too. I found the little whales in her backpack which still hangs from her door.
Christmas is over. But I let it in a little this year, when I sang my heart out at the nursing home with the ninth graders. It can't be the same as making origami with Elizabeth but I do love her and I love the young people in my life, who can never replace her but who keep growing up without her.
She loved making the chain with me. I hung it on the door in late November, just after Thanksgiving vacation when she was home on break. We had made origami at the dining room table too. I found the little whales in her backpack which still hangs from her door.
Christmas is over. But I let it in a little this year, when I sang my heart out at the nursing home with the ninth graders. It can't be the same as making origami with Elizabeth but I do love her and I love the young people in my life, who can never replace her but who keep growing up without her.

Merry Christmas
Dear readers of this blog, and contributors, and friends.
It has been a difficult couple of months leading up to December 2, thinking of Elizabeth still not in the world to enjoy the world and the people she loved. And now that the holidays are here I am trying to think of a way to bring Christmas back to Elizabeth and my memories of her.
Why not spread the news of the book funds? The book funds were established to buy books for libraries where children as inquisitive and passionate about reading could find all sorts of titles to enjoy.
Here are the names and addresses of the funds. Giving a little something to the fund is like giving a Christmas present to Elizabeth.
Tusten Cochecton Library
Narrowsburg, NY 12764
CBA Library
6245 Randall Rd.
Syracuse, NY 13214
It has been a difficult couple of months leading up to December 2, thinking of Elizabeth still not in the world to enjoy the world and the people she loved. And now that the holidays are here I am trying to think of a way to bring Christmas back to Elizabeth and my memories of her.
Why not spread the news of the book funds? The book funds were established to buy books for libraries where children as inquisitive and passionate about reading could find all sorts of titles to enjoy.
Here are the names and addresses of the funds. Giving a little something to the fund is like giving a Christmas present to Elizabeth.
Tusten Cochecton Library
Narrowsburg, NY 12764
CBA Library
6245 Randall Rd.
Syracuse, NY 13214

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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
> From A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry