I was looped yesterday while listening to a cd (yes, I still run a disc sometimes) from an Episcopal seminary in Wisconsin who sang a hymn I have not heard in years. I sang along, remembering most of the lines, but found it hard to sing and weep at the same time.
Happy Thanksgiving! We will spend it boarding two planes in order to board a ship two days later. Aloha!
I don't know if this counts as looping, or just a wonderful bit of serendipity, but it's a good story. After college, when I was bumming around Europe, I met and fell for a cute Canadian guy. We had a couple of glorious days together and then went our separate ways. I was back in London 3 years later and I knew he received correspondence through American Express so I left him a note at the London office. He was still traveling, and just happened to be in London! We had another couple of glorious days together and again went our separate ways. Neither of us had any delusions about the relationship. It was just an interrupted romantic fling and two of my sweetest memories.
Thanks for the looping, Amy! I live 50 miles from Wheaton, IL, the town where I grew up in the 1940s and 1950s. Every time I visit the town I experience looping. Instead of the new public library, I visualize my grandfather’s house on that piece of property. My great-grandfather’s house stood on a piece of land now owned by Wheaton College, but I can still imagine the beautiful old home. Great memories!
So beautiful, Amy. I live a block away from where I was born, and two blocks from the house my parents lived in when I was an infant. I feel literally at “home” in this spot, and I think it’s precisely because I “loop” so easily here. I just didn’t know what it was called!
Thanks so much for giving a term to that wonderful feeling when being transported to a previous stage in life. One of the reasons I subscribe to the LA Times is that they carry your column where I can always rely on your excellent advice. Your most recent newsletter was delicious!
I was looped yesterday while listening to a cd (yes, I still run a disc sometimes) from an Episcopal seminary in Wisconsin who sang a hymn I have not heard in years. I sang along, remembering most of the lines, but found it hard to sing and weep at the same time.
Happy Thanksgiving! We will spend it boarding two planes in order to board a ship two days later. Aloha!
I don't know if this counts as looping, or just a wonderful bit of serendipity, but it's a good story. After college, when I was bumming around Europe, I met and fell for a cute Canadian guy. We had a couple of glorious days together and then went our separate ways. I was back in London 3 years later and I knew he received correspondence through American Express so I left him a note at the London office. He was still traveling, and just happened to be in London! We had another couple of glorious days together and again went our separate ways. Neither of us had any delusions about the relationship. It was just an interrupted romantic fling and two of my sweetest memories.
Thanks for the looping, Amy! I live 50 miles from Wheaton, IL, the town where I grew up in the 1940s and 1950s. Every time I visit the town I experience looping. Instead of the new public library, I visualize my grandfather’s house on that piece of property. My great-grandfather’s house stood on a piece of land now owned by Wheaton College, but I can still imagine the beautiful old home. Great memories!
So beautiful, Amy. I live a block away from where I was born, and two blocks from the house my parents lived in when I was an infant. I feel literally at “home” in this spot, and I think it’s precisely because I “loop” so easily here. I just didn’t know what it was called!
Thanks so much for giving a term to that wonderful feeling when being transported to a previous stage in life. One of the reasons I subscribe to the LA Times is that they carry your column where I can always rely on your excellent advice. Your most recent newsletter was delicious!
Lilting, Amy! I loved every word!