tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-657778252610307364.post6075176261195094902..comments2024-01-27T07:19:16.259-08:00Comments on Kim Antieau: End of the World?Kim Antieauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07327488174129777103noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-657778252610307364.post-78627958478754720642008-09-24T21:29:00.000-07:002008-09-24T21:29:00.000-07:00Mist--I'm so sorry about your mother! And thank yo...Mist--I'm so sorry about your mother! And thank you so much for sharing the experience with your daughter and her seashell. I'd really love to put that story on my Church of the Old Mermaids site. I'll look for your email and ask you.<BR/><BR/>Thank you, thank you!<BR/><BR/>Love, hugs, and kisses,<BR/><BR/>KimKim Antieauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07327488174129777103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-657778252610307364.post-6066038940430679372008-09-21T10:22:00.000-07:002008-09-21T10:22:00.000-07:00Kim,My mom's birthday was on Thursday too. I lost...Kim,<BR/><BR/>My mom's birthday was on Thursday too. I lost her in December 2001 (when I was 21). Maybe lost isn't the right word, but I certainly feel like I'm still searching for her all the time, in myself and in my children that she never got to meet. <BR/><BR/>I've been meaning to share this story with you, but, well, I haven't. So I'm giving it to you today, hoping that it'll give you a little cheer:<BR/><BR/>I've told my 4-year-old daughter about the Old Mermaids. This year I decided to plant our first vegetable garden, so we spent the majority of every day in spring and early summer ripping up the grass in our backyard. During this excavation, we came across a stone with a shell imprint on it as well as an actual shell. It was a small, curved, conical shell like those you'd hear the ocean in but in miniature. My daughter and I begin talking about how that shell got into our yard (probably a snail shell), and she was incredibly intrigued by the thought that maybe the ocean had once covered Ohio. <BR/><BR/>The shells interior was filled with dirt, but my daughter put it to her ear and insisted that she could hear the ocean in it. After she'd played with it for awhile, she said that she could hear a voice in the shell. I asked her what it was saying. She leaned in close to me and whispered, "she sells seashells by the seashore." Lots of laughter ensued.<BR/><BR/>I hope you get a laugh out of it today too. Your work does matter, Kim, published or not. If you're interested, you can see pictures of our shells (and my daughter) <A HREF="http://bobbleheadowlhomestead.blogspot.com/2008/06/treasures-of-my-garden-june-20-2008.html" REL="nofollow">here</A>.Misthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12913056390047795079noreply@blogger.com