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Saturday, November 26, 2011

Just Not the Same

When I was a little girl, my maternal grandmother cared for me while my parents were at work. There were things I would eat at her house (like braunschweiger!) that I would never touch at home. It just was not the same.

All of our sons love James Bond, but the eldest reads my dad's collection of Ian Fleming books whenever we visit my parents' home. He read three over the course of the three days! My mom offered to send them home with him, knowing how much he loves them. No, thanks, he told her. It just would not be the same.


  1. Love that - and know exactly what he means!

  2. Amazingly, friends have commented how it happens to them with so many things: toys, foods, books, movies. It is good to associate something with a favorite person and place.