Leah, this piece is beautiful. I love how it captures the relationship between you and your grandmother, the way she speaks to you in a way no one ever will.
Your worry about ruining the tape, having to use a pencil to thread it back in, is such a great metaphor for the fragility of the physical remnants we keep attaching us to our past and people we love. And it works so well alongside the metaphor of morning dew—which will forever reappear alongside the memory of your memory of the relationship in your heart.
stunning beautiful the many facets of love and the cassettes!!! i had forgotten splicing my favorite ones with scotch tape and the patient re-spooling with pencil tip and how hard it was to detect how it had twisted over itself yikes
So beautiful and moving. It made me remember a VCR recording I have of my uncle, which I've never been able to watch even if it is almost 30 years since he died. I also have some radio recordings of my dad talking about his beloved Viborg, lost to the Soviet Union after the war. Have not bern able to listen to these either.
Oh this is so beautiful. I am writing a book as a gift for my husband who died in 2020. Part of it is from audio interviews that I made with my late husband. We did not realize we had fallen in love until I listened to the interviews afterward. Then I had to tell him what I had heard on the tapes. The love that poured out of them was astonishing. Two people in conversation that love each other encompass the world. Can’t wait to read the Bubby Tapes.
Leah, this piece is beautiful. I love how it captures the relationship between you and your grandmother, the way she speaks to you in a way no one ever will.
Your worry about ruining the tape, having to use a pencil to thread it back in, is such a great metaphor for the fragility of the physical remnants we keep attaching us to our past and people we love. And it works so well alongside the metaphor of morning dew—which will forever reappear alongside the memory of your memory of the relationship in your heart.
Oh my god that photo!
stunning beautiful the many facets of love and the cassettes!!! i had forgotten splicing my favorite ones with scotch tape and the patient re-spooling with pencil tip and how hard it was to detect how it had twisted over itself yikes
Maybe this is a future subject for me to write about.
So beautiful and moving. It made me remember a VCR recording I have of my uncle, which I've never been able to watch even if it is almost 30 years since he died. I also have some radio recordings of my dad talking about his beloved Viborg, lost to the Soviet Union after the war. Have not bern able to listen to these either.
Oh this is so beautiful. I am writing a book as a gift for my husband who died in 2020. Part of it is from audio interviews that I made with my late husband. We did not realize we had fallen in love until I listened to the interviews afterward. Then I had to tell him what I had heard on the tapes. The love that poured out of them was astonishing. Two people in conversation that love each other encompass the world. Can’t wait to read the Bubby Tapes.