Thread: Personal Indulgences No. 2

I have not forgotten your compelling comment that “Thread” is who you are, and so of course I read that first. What I find most startling is your realization at that young age, that seeing those spools of thread in their spectral context was more important to you than owning any one of them. I have often wondered about the concept of ownership; what does it really mean?

Long and careful consideration has led me to believe that memory is the most powerful determinant of ownership; the ability to visualize, internalize, and by that means possess. I think you do own those threads: all of them.

After reading “Thread,” I went on to read each “Personal Indulgence.” Although I enjoyed them all, some cried out to be part of a book with the unifying concept being the impact of remembrance; understanding through vivid impressions of previous occasions, people, things. “Slaves to Books,” “The Dress,” “Perfume,” and my personal favorite, “Gerry’s,” are prime examples of this.

I asked myself why “Gerry’s” spoke so compellingly to me. Is it because I am a “flea market hound” at heart? I’m sure that’s part of it, but it’s more than that. Through that piece, you summoned the sense of community that only a group lured by the same glimmering “oasis in the desert mirage,” could share. Revealing the etiquette of that assembly was “dead on” in concert with my experience with other vendors. I was transported beyond the words, to that particular place and time.

Yes. I think a book is pushing its way into existence. I imagine a title like, “Dairy of a Little Girl by a Big Girl: A Writer Looks Back.” I think that memory is a different form of currency from hard cash or loot. Its buying power is greater. Those feeling-infused images we acquire along the way are portable and, if compelling enough, permanent. These are the things you can take with you.

One more note about this!

I miss Woolworth's so much! So much! Has anything ever come along to replace it? Convenience, price, availability of just about anything you needed for personal care, for the household, for your pets, for little hobby necessities.

I doubt I would have pursued my addictive love of knitting and crocheting were it not for the yarn (in delicious colors, like your enchanting spools of thread), the pattern books and magazines, the hooks and needles and stitch counters--all comfortably within my budget!

I recently noticed that the one upscale knitting boutique in my neighborhood has closed up shop forever. Yes, the yarn there was sophisticated and exciting, but I can't say that I crossed its doorstep more than twice or that I could ever miss it the way I miss Woolworth's!

Beautiful piece. I felt somewhat the same about the 64-crayon box of Crayolas, the one with the built-in sharpener. Too beautiful, almost, to use. My grandmother gave me a vast watercolor box once with about the same number of colors--too sophisticated for a small child, really--and that I never could bring myself to use. I didn't want to sully the perfect tiny pillows of color, didn't want to spread the potential out on actual paper. I just wanted to stare at the open box. [Sent September 13, 2007. --Ed.]

What a lovely thread-story! And when did my passion for you start? I am sure I will die remembering you! [Sent September 14, 2007. --Ed.]

The thread essay is so right. It is wonderful.
I will refer others to it. [Sent September 13, 2007. --Ed.]

Coming from a middle class family of eight children, I was not driven to my ballet lessons but rather took the "rapid transit" to downtown Cleveland when my father was done with work. He was a mail carrier and would pick me up from school in his uniform and drive me to the transit stop. On my walk to the dance studio from Terminal Tower I would take the shortcut through Woolworth's and usually had some time to fill before my lesson. I knew every inch of the store. Yes, the thread display was impressive. I also liked the pets in the back of the store and was intrigued by turtles, rabbits, fish, birds, and lizards.

I agree with your first statement on passion. (Why do we need to justify it?) My passion for dance was declared at age four and I found it odd that other people did not have a lifelong passion declared at a similar age. I first saw a performance of "Swan Lake" on television and asked my mother what they were doing. She said, "ballet." [Sent September 13, 2007. --Ed.]

The night before last, at a performance of the Royal Danish Ballet, I was telling a woman from my ballet class about my early childhood as a dancer (ages five to nine) and in the Royal Theatre (starting roughly at the same age). I told her about the thrill of the old theatre, the first night of Ashton's "Romeo and Juliet" (which continued to spell "love" for me throughout my early teenage-years), and about Henning Kronstam when he did his glorious entrée in "Graduation Ball" on his own first night, and about all the times I cried because the lines of Erik Bruhn's movements were so pure that you felt your throat tighten.

Those were the days when the dancers and the audience believed in what they were doing and seeing. Now it is "after the fall," and one is so seldom convinced of anything.

I'm glad that you keep bringing your grateful audience little pieces of exquisite prose. [Sent September 14, 2007. --Ed.]

I love this. Thanks for doing it, and for sending it. [Sent September 14, 2007. --Ed.]

I love it! You have found a new metier. You should keep writing these for the rest of your life and I will keep reading them. Gorgeous. [Sent September 14, 2007. --Ed.]

What gorgeous writing. Thank you. I'm going to lie down now and think about colored thread. [Sent September 14, 2007. --Ed.]

That was a great story--I really enjoyed it! [Sent September 14, 2007. --Ed.]

That's simply beautiful. Brought tears to my eyes--and no, I didn't have a glass of wine with lunch. It's just beautiful. [Sent September 14, 2007. --Ed.]

Just read your Thread piece. You know, there are points on the Richter scale where we really are soul mates. [Sent September 15, 2007. --Ed.]

Another beauty. The graph on the threads is pure magic. [Sent September 15, 2007. --Ed.]

YOU DID IT AGAIN. MY MORNING RADIATED A SHIMMER OF MYRIAD COLOURS. [Sent September 16, 2007. --Ed.]

I believe you are writing your biography. Looking forward to see #3, 4, and 5 . [Sent September 17, 2007. --Ed.]

We were so alike. All of the sewing thread colors, all together, please! And, no, not the slightest interest in sewing. I had--still have--a similar nuttiness about yarn. [Sent September 17, 2007. --Ed.]

Yes, it's interesting what makes an impression on kids and inspires them. When I saw my first ballet, I'll never forget how the curtains swept open to the sides of the stage, or the performance itself. My sister, on the other hand, who was sitting next to me, has zero recollection of the afternoon! [Sent September 17, 2007. --Ed.]

Your piece on passion is divine. [Sent October 4, 2007. --Ed.]