Comments on: October Baby, 43 Years Ago…

By: Patty Nice

Patty Nice — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 12:06:06 +0000

No matter how many years go by, the details of the day and the event remain vivid.

Barb, I had to chuckle at your daughter’s “thirty and flirty” and “forty and snorty”. What will she be in 10 years…”"fifty and nifty”?

By: La Donna

La Donna — Sat, 25 Oct 2008 20:00:19 +0000

How very beautiful!
La Donna

By: Steven

Steven — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 12:34:34 +0000

I think I enjoy the way your write just as much as your art work. As I read your blog (and after I post this will read more) I was drawn in like a warm blanket. I will add your site to follow.

By: Sliloh

Sliloh — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 04:23:09 +0000

I remember mine well too, every detail. My son who I put up for adoption turned 37 this year. It was one of the most special moments of my life when I finally met him as an adult My daughter who was not even 5 lbs at birth and things were looking grim, but I took her home on Christmas eve that year. And my baby, who will always be my baby no matter how old. They all will be but her more so.

Anita

By: Adele - Yoga Babe Cafe

Adele - Yoga Babe Cafe — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 13:09:44 +0000

Hi Barb – long time no see! I have an October birthday child too – a boy, I mean a Man. I like to say that my kids are older than I am – Shockingly old.

Will I see you in the November session of the blog class? I’m still slaving away trying to get caught up.

By: Sonya

Sonya — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 09:25:44 +0000

Barb, that was just too beautiful. Both the words, and the painting. I especially loved how the painting suggested such a strong wind that the colours are blowing away from the leaves, all on their own… Thank you for sharing this.

By: Morganna

Morganna — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 04:28:52 +0000

That is a beautiful announcement card! Isn’t it interesting, once you draw or paint something how you always remember how you created it.

I’m in awe how you remember every detail of that special moment! Now, I just need you to adopt me. lol! My mom kind of stopped with the birthdays when I turned 26. lol. She’s a goof.

But, that was a very touching post, especially how you described watching your baby sleep. That was beyond sweet.

By: Barb Hartsook

Barb Hartsook — Wed, 22 Oct 2008 19:42:05 +0000

I love your stories, Patricia, and appreciate so much that you tell them here.

I just came from your galleries at PBase and spent a delightful 30-40 minutes there. Even poured myself another cup of Italian roast to enjoy over your photos and paintings of your family, your Porsches, and the tour of Stan Hywet Hall and grounds. (I live just up the turnpike from Akron.) Your photos from inside the Butterfly House are gorgeous.

You’re so right about those details when the kids were born. All my senses were acute, and are still. I never paid a whole lot of attention to October before Terri was born. Now I don’t miss a single leaf turning, or the crispness of sound, or the way the high and playful summer clouds now hang heavy, with dark greys on the undersides, brilliant whites above, against a bold blue sky. I love October.

By: Patricia Overell

Patricia Overell — Wed, 22 Oct 2008 18:36:41 +0000

Ah, Barb, a mother never forgets. I can describe each of my baby’s births in great detail, the weather, the colors in the room . . . the sound of a fountain outside.

When my oldest, an April baby, spent his first birthday away from home his freshman year in college, he seemed surprised that I’d called. I thought you’d forget, he said. Forget? How could I forget the day that changed my life forever? The day I became a Mom.

Today, he has three children of his own. I think he understands now.

By: Carol

Carol — Wed, 22 Oct 2008 17:39:41 +0000

Ah, yes, those births. Then there were the births of my grandchildren. All amazing and wonderful.

I call each of my 3 daughters on their birthday and tell them that “I know what I was doing x years ago today”. They are now 46, 44 and 41.

Thanks for the trip down memory lane.

Carol