tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397715447752979124.post6883980128188401128..comments2023-05-12T04:08:06.880-04:00Comments on Sadie Belle Reads: The Strength of a Butterfly's WingAmy http://www.blogger.com/profile/15353920822811597411noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397715447752979124.post-72273129844431535852018-02-11T16:37:11.941-05:002018-02-11T16:37:11.941-05:00That first paragraph is part of my own family hist...That first paragraph is part of my own family history about something that happened in my maternal grandmother's family before she was born. I edited it to fit the paragraph. The more complicated part is that her phobia came only from hearing the story from her sister, who was never able to stand anything around her neck, because she was the child who found the dead aunt. I find it fascinating what weaves its way into our psyches unbeknownst to us. The saddest part of this story for me personally is that my grandmother never talked to me about why she couldn't wear turtlenecks or why I might feel choked by anything tight around my own neck. When I was 19 and in college writing a family history, the sister finally cleared it up for me. My grandmother then forbade me to include that story, as well as others, in the paper because she was so mortified by the suicide in her family. She died in 2008 so I feel free now to write about it.Amy https://www.blogger.com/profile/15353920822811597411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397715447752979124.post-25766903182342679012018-02-09T13:04:58.428-05:002018-02-09T13:04:58.428-05:00You and I think of the same kinds of thing, it app...You and I think of the same kinds of thing, it appears. Imagine a woman still being influenced by something that happened to her GRANDMOTHER when she was just a little girl. Fascinating.Bonnie Jacobshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07813549471704485150noreply@blogger.com