Seed Catalogs: The Dream of Winter...The Promise of Spring
13 de jun. de 2024 ·
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We made our 10th episode! Apparently, that's a big deal in the podcasting world. Today's essay is a light one - some humor for this gorgeous (at least here in...
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We made our 10th episode! Apparently, that's a big deal in the podcasting world. Today's essay is a light one - some humor for this gorgeous (at least here in Vermont) day!
"I love my seed catalogs. Even though you will often find me scrolling my phone through seed catalogs, too, and I will likely even order them online, I still love the printed version of the catalog itself. I still love a good catalog - even now - but when I was a child, catalogs were the windows to other places.
"They came from everywhere. I’m not sure if, looking back, I was more excited for Christmas time because of the gifts or because of the anticipation brought forth in every catalog that arrived. The mother of all catalogs when I was a child was: did you guess it fellow gen-xers? Yes. The wish book. From Sears. I pawed through the Sears catalog almost every day but when the Wish Book came? Forget the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. The Wish Book heralded in the Christmas season where I was sitting, in a tasteful four bedroom colonial on a budding cul-de-sac in Naperville Illinois, in 1978. I grew up in an episode of Stranger Things - at least the place where everything is right side whatever."
Please write in - text - email - smoke signal - whatever and let us know what you think, or submit an essay. We'd love to have you read your own work. writermisha1313@gmail.com
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"I love my seed catalogs. Even though you will often find me scrolling my phone through seed catalogs, too, and I will likely even order them online, I still love the printed version of the catalog itself. I still love a good catalog - even now - but when I was a child, catalogs were the windows to other places.
"They came from everywhere. I’m not sure if, looking back, I was more excited for Christmas time because of the gifts or because of the anticipation brought forth in every catalog that arrived. The mother of all catalogs when I was a child was: did you guess it fellow gen-xers? Yes. The wish book. From Sears. I pawed through the Sears catalog almost every day but when the Wish Book came? Forget the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. The Wish Book heralded in the Christmas season where I was sitting, in a tasteful four bedroom colonial on a budding cul-de-sac in Naperville Illinois, in 1978. I grew up in an episode of Stranger Things - at least the place where everything is right side whatever."
Please write in - text - email - smoke signal - whatever and let us know what you think, or submit an essay. We'd love to have you read your own work. writermisha1313@gmail.com
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