Comments on: Sharing Madeleine Moments http://marimann.wordpress.com/2007/02/19/sharing-madeleine-moments/ Time Lost, Time Regained Fri, 25 Sep 2009 17:43:52 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: stephanie http://marimann.wordpress.com/2007/02/19/sharing-madeleine-moments/#comment-1075 stephanie Tue, 13 Jan 2009 19:37:08 +0000 http://marimann.wordpress.com/2007/02/19/sharing-madeleine-moments/#comment-1075 sweet it looks so good cant wait to try it when i cook it ... LOL :P sweet it looks so good cant wait to try it when i cook it … LOL :P

]]> By: antiquarian books http://marimann.wordpress.com/2007/02/19/sharing-madeleine-moments/#comment-1074 antiquarian books Thu, 11 Dec 2008 13:20:33 +0000 http://marimann.wordpress.com/2007/02/19/sharing-madeleine-moments/#comment-1074 Thank you for this information. :) Thank you for this information. :)

]]> By: Frances Sbrocchi http://marimann.wordpress.com/2007/02/19/sharing-madeleine-moments/#comment-5 Frances Sbrocchi Wed, 14 Mar 2007 01:04:45 +0000 http://marimann.wordpress.com/2007/02/19/sharing-madeleine-moments/#comment-5 This is work that needs not only a single reading with the entirely wrong audience but re-reading and some very careful thought. The matter of detail in making the word come alive for the reader as well as the writer himself is so very vital. I will be back several times. Fran This is work that needs not only a single reading with the entirely wrong audience but re-reading and some very careful thought. The matter of detail in making the word come alive for the reader as well as the writer himself is so very vital. I will be back several times. Fran

]]> By: sammiam http://marimann.wordpress.com/2007/02/19/sharing-madeleine-moments/#comment-4 sammiam Thu, 22 Feb 2007 09:16:14 +0000 http://marimann.wordpress.com/2007/02/19/sharing-madeleine-moments/#comment-4 the sound of currawongs in the distance, magpies warbling their conversations, the smell of rain, fresh in the aussie bush all remind me of happier, childhood times, living on acres of farmland, rushing home from school, changing into jeans and an old teeshirt and playing outside till dinner time. cicadas singing in summer bring back hot childhood days watching test cricket on the telly with the fan going full blast to keep us cool. listening to "macca all over" on sunday morning abc radio, more childhood memories and a longing to travel this big country. i have a big huge box of wool that i inherited from mum who inherited it from her mum. as soon as i open the lid i am transported.... wham..... straight to grandma's house, sitting at her feet watching her knit away at her current project. memories like these, our own madeline moment, are so evocative and oh, so important to our sense of being. thank you for this post, you have cheered me up no end xo the sound of currawongs in the distance, magpies warbling their conversations, the smell of rain, fresh in the aussie bush all remind me of happier, childhood times, living on acres of farmland, rushing home from school, changing into jeans and an old teeshirt and playing outside till dinner time.

cicadas singing in summer bring back hot childhood days watching test cricket on the telly with the fan going full blast to keep us cool.

listening to “macca all over” on sunday morning abc radio, more childhood memories and a longing to travel this big country.

i have a big huge box of wool that i inherited from mum who inherited it from her mum. as soon as i open the lid i am transported…. wham….. straight to grandma’s house, sitting at her feet watching her knit away at her current project.

memories like these, our own madeline moment, are so evocative and oh, so important to our sense of being. thank you for this post, you have cheered me up no end
xo

]]> By: cindy white http://marimann.wordpress.com/2007/02/19/sharing-madeleine-moments/#comment-3 cindy white Wed, 21 Feb 2007 17:18:25 +0000 http://marimann.wordpress.com/2007/02/19/sharing-madeleine-moments/#comment-3 The sweet and hearty aromas of baking on cool,cloudy days can take me back to my mother's kitchen. Once again I'm 5 years old and "helping" my mom make cookies and bread. I feel like I did then when measuring cups and spoons became new and wondrous agents of this transforming mystery where plain ingredients like flour and eggs become something delicious and restoring. The sweet and hearty aromas of baking on cool,cloudy days can take me back to my mother’s kitchen. Once again I’m 5 years old and “helping” my mom make cookies and bread. I feel like I did then when measuring cups and spoons became new and wondrous agents of this transforming mystery where plain ingredients like flour and eggs become something delicious and restoring.

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