I was looking for a particular letter in one of my mother's photo albums, which meant I had to go looking through a half dozen before I found the one I was looking for. Going through photos of my family during the 60s and 70s particularly a family portrait that must've been taken in 1972.
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And hey-- at what point does pseudointellectualism become actual intellectualism? Huh? I truly want to know. And really, aren't we elite if we even make it to the point of pseudointellectual abilities? Look how many people don't make it that far.
Given your new tattoo, I think the doubling idea seems to be one which interests you inherently on some level! :)
Well, off to read some pre-pseudo-intellectual writing portfolios!
:)
AHS
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My adoptive sister apparently disowned me as soon as our dad's estate was finalized, so I understand how that loss of family feels. It's especially bad when you and they are all that's left of your family, but they're not there so it's just you. At least I have my kids (and grandson) to keep my memories going for another generation, MAYBE two, but who knows what will become of them after that; it can be bothersome to contemplate. :/
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I know what you mean about seeing other people's family photos in second-hand and antique shops. That always makes me so sad, too. Like, there's no one who wanted that photo of great-uncle Thomas on horseback? (I have boxes and boxes of old photos of great-grandparents and great-aunts and uncles and cousins... people I only ever heard about in stories, as they were long-dead before my dad was even born. But I think they are cool as anything, and love having them!)
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