From my oldest friend childhood friend, RICK REAPER, himself. He's just tooooo techno-lame to figure out HOW to leave a COMMENT:
"Being best friends with Eric since grade school, I was also quite familiar with his parents and found this article to be quite touching. His mom Roz was indeed an evolved woman for her generation, while Joe Trules was the sweetest of all our dads and a master craftsman; I still enjoy my pho and ramen from his beautiful Japanese ceramic bowl. No doubt they would be happily amazed with his (previously unimaginable) family lifestyle and charming adobe home in Santa Fe. Although the rebellious Eric always traveled on the road not taken, it somehow led him to the right destination, for which his folks would not only feel vindicated, but eternally proud." ❤️ Rick Reaper
Sweeeeet! I knew Joe and Roz from from my teenage years. In addition to my friend Eric, Joe and Roz were more than friendly, they were the kind of parents who became lifelong friends. Their passing hurt the suddenness of Roz’s and Joe’s long tough struggle. Eric may think I didn’t know them well enough but who knows what children know of their parents. For me a visit was with a feeling as I look back on it, that with them in my world, my world was a better place.
I am so glad to see our paths cross in the virtual all-knowing realm of synchronicity. I feel like I must have met an old friend from a life lived long ago. I love your skillful method of grappling with the past by shaping words into a thereaputic, imaginary tale. But who am I to presume this didn't really happen? I believed it all along.
I am so glad u chose to read THIS ONE, Stephen. U would have liked Roz & Joe, just ask Bob Beckhardt! And yes, they REALLY DID visit me in Santa Fe, as U should…..
Fantastic story!! I started reading and couldn’t stop till I got to the end! Beautiful writing! Brings back so many memories of me and my own parents. This is why I love sharing personal stories! No matter where we are from in the world, we connect with each other through our stories!! Thank you soooo much for sharing this!
After I read your posts I feel like plagiarizing your life or at least your craft; isn’t imitation the sincerest form of flattery, after all? But maybe I need to deal with my own reasons for my late parents’ tears. Great job invoking feelings.
Your post triggered memories of Chicago and Ukrainian village where there was a ballroom dance hall that we would go to. I was gobsmacked by the elderly couples and their skill on the dance floor - clearly a life of dancing together. Sublime !
From my oldest friend childhood friend, RICK REAPER, himself. He's just tooooo techno-lame to figure out HOW to leave a COMMENT:
"Being best friends with Eric since grade school, I was also quite familiar with his parents and found this article to be quite touching. His mom Roz was indeed an evolved woman for her generation, while Joe Trules was the sweetest of all our dads and a master craftsman; I still enjoy my pho and ramen from his beautiful Japanese ceramic bowl. No doubt they would be happily amazed with his (previously unimaginable) family lifestyle and charming adobe home in Santa Fe. Although the rebellious Eric always traveled on the road not taken, it somehow led him to the right destination, for which his folks would not only feel vindicated, but eternally proud." ❤️ Rick Reaper
Sweeeeet! I knew Joe and Roz from from my teenage years. In addition to my friend Eric, Joe and Roz were more than friendly, they were the kind of parents who became lifelong friends. Their passing hurt the suddenness of Roz’s and Joe’s long tough struggle. Eric may think I didn’t know them well enough but who knows what children know of their parents. For me a visit was with a feeling as I look back on it, that with them in my world, my world was a better place.
Glad u read & commented on this one, Bobby!
I am so glad to see our paths cross in the virtual all-knowing realm of synchronicity. I feel like I must have met an old friend from a life lived long ago. I love your skillful method of grappling with the past by shaping words into a thereaputic, imaginary tale. But who am I to presume this didn't really happen? I believed it all along.
I am so glad u chose to read THIS ONE, Stephen. U would have liked Roz & Joe, just ask Bob Beckhardt! And yes, they REALLY DID visit me in Santa Fe, as U should…..
Of crossing paths! I’m glad you got to know Eric some; there’s a great deal you might profitably share.
Beautiful piece🥰
Thanks, Trisha!!!
Sweet story sweetly told, and I loved the photos, they were/are beautiful!
Thanks, Bob!!!
Love this! And you. And them.
Thanks, my ever-supportive Library Girl!
Fantastic story!! I started reading and couldn’t stop till I got to the end! Beautiful writing! Brings back so many memories of me and my own parents. This is why I love sharing personal stories! No matter where we are from in the world, we connect with each other through our stories!! Thank you soooo much for sharing this!
True dat, Debra. “Jamaica Farewell”! I hope to see you in Santa Fe with your new show, always personal, always universal and revealing🤩🤩
I enjoyed reading this piece on your family history..your parents were Jewish Long Island..old post-war life...fun to share..
Thanks for reading and commenting. Did u take my USC class many moons ago?
I wish I had been there !
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After I read your posts I feel like plagiarizing your life or at least your craft; isn’t imitation the sincerest form of flattery, after all? But maybe I need to deal with my own reasons for my late parents’ tears. Great job invoking feelings.
Thanks, as always, Ted. I imagine your parents are gone too?
Yep. More than 22 years ago.
Your post triggered memories of Chicago and Ukrainian village where there was a ballroom dance hall that we would go to. I was gobsmacked by the elderly couples and their skill on the dance floor - clearly a life of dancing together. Sublime !
Now we are the elder dance couples ourselves🤪🤪
Elder but not elderly and certainly young at heart