Tag: First kiss

• Forever and a Day

    Absolutely nothing lasts forever. Nothing lasts forever. There may be some things that last forever. One thing lasts forever. You’re waiting for me in the cafe.  The place beside the old church and next to the cemetery.  The only place in the city where I can sit next to the fire and feel warm…on…

  patrickjegan

  February 14, 2015

  Blogging, Creativity, England, Family, Holding onto the Past, Love, Melancholy Thoughts, Memories, non-fiction, Objects of Beauty, Paris, Real Personal History, seniors

  cafe, England, First kiss, love, lovers, marriage, memories, mothers, nuns, old age, Paris, proms, tears, Valentine’s Day, wives, youth

• Now Arriving…

  [“Oh, yes, I remember it well.” -Maurice Chevalier] I do remember it. How often does a boy get his first kiss (and not from Mom) on an afternoon, after a remedial math class taught by a nun? My guess is that it’s not that often. However, that ‘kiss’ has to happen somewhere, sometime in a…

  patrickjegan

  July 9, 2013

  Holding onto the Past

  First kiss, girlfriend, Lackawanna train station, nun, remedial math