tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post3066462124042075972..comments2023-11-02T05:04:07.941-05:00Comments on A Lifetime of Days: The space betweenAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07219986489903886940noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-14521562498602609812012-06-26T10:51:17.733-05:002012-06-26T10:51:17.733-05:00Holly - I love your writings. You make me feel as ...Holly - I love your writings. You make me feel as if I was right there with you. Just thought I would share with you the way I embraced my hair turning gray was by remembering the people in my life from my childhood and as I got older who I only remember with that beautiful white hair. These people were so special in my life and I loved them so much that I guess I just saw it as my connection to them. May sound silly to others but it was meaningful to me! You knew each one of them - Granny (Mee Mee), Uncle Roger and my daddy!Beth Krietemeyernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-70291364613155925102012-06-26T08:42:17.496-05:002012-06-26T08:42:17.496-05:00I always remembered the smell. It was like a disca...I always remembered the smell. It was like a discarded bleach bottle that was set on fire. It was always a day of transformation when the hair was being colored, the house was expected to be a little bit cleaner and their was an extra step in the walk of the feeling in the house. Clairol butterfly.Kevinhttp://4happyfamily.comnoreply@blogger.com