Thank you, Ty! Reading this makes me recall my mother on this Mother's Day. Her 98th birthday would have been last Wednesday. For the many years I lived here, and she at home in the San Fernando Valley, I would send her a Corsage and bouquet of flowers (always including orchids, one of her favorite flowers). They would last through Mother's Day, so they were always a "twofer". She's been gone, now, 17 years, and I still have a reflex to contact the Florist.
I always enjoy your Watch List pieces about films, music, etc. (informative, insightful, humorous), but this remembrance is so beautifully drawn, honoring the people and experiences of your past with so much heart and soul and compassion, it shows the expanse of your writing and brought tears to my eyes. Very moving. Thank you.
I think you and I are close in age and grew up in a fairly affluent Boston burn, so I felt your words in my bones. Beautifully expressed. In my mind, I’m frozen in time (as are our kidhood parents) when I was 13 or so. The passing of time as marked by our generational roles and transitions is powerful. We are, in our ways, kind of like Ozymandius … but we are aware enough to see the sands blowing and shifting as our own human monuments are obscured. Thank you for your essay, friend.
Absolutely beautiful Ty and so many parts really resonated with me.. your words always paint such a vivid picture! thank you for this lovely and touching piece♥️
I read one of your reviews (I don’t remember what movie) & you mentioned something about a runaway tire flying out of the screen and crashing into the crowd watching. I thought that was pretty clever and I signed up for your email thingie. I’ll be honest, I don’t always read your stuff but I read this and it took me back to a place I’d never been. Thanks for helping me renegotiate my past. Your work has a haunting kind of “if you build it he will come” quality. I can climb inside and get a 360 view of another world that I’d never noticed before.
I have been thinking about death a lot lately. The unremarked ones during the pandemic, and also the dear ones we’ve lost, all jumbled together with so much sadness due to our collective trauma. Your essay/remembrance is a beautiful piece about more than your own youth and subsequent losses. It was, for me, anyway, a lament for a lost time, the New England our generation grew up with. I am older than you, but your post brought back many memories of my own youth. Thank you for that.
Lovely. Thank you for sharing this.
You are such a beautiful writer. Thank you for sharing these thoughts.
Thank you, Ty! Reading this makes me recall my mother on this Mother's Day. Her 98th birthday would have been last Wednesday. For the many years I lived here, and she at home in the San Fernando Valley, I would send her a Corsage and bouquet of flowers (always including orchids, one of her favorite flowers). They would last through Mother's Day, so they were always a "twofer". She's been gone, now, 17 years, and I still have a reflex to contact the Florist.
wow. . . .beautiful words, tears of remembering. . . thanks you!
Nice and thanks for this
Thank you for (always) letting us in. You and I are very close in age and this really hits home.
I am so grateful for your move to Substack that has permitted you to spread your wings like this.
I always enjoy your Watch List pieces about films, music, etc. (informative, insightful, humorous), but this remembrance is so beautifully drawn, honoring the people and experiences of your past with so much heart and soul and compassion, it shows the expanse of your writing and brought tears to my eyes. Very moving. Thank you.
Oh Ty. I loved this. Thanks for speaking for our generation. It brought me right back. ❤️
Rueful, sweetly melancholy, written with the same clarity and generous spirit I've long admired in Ty Burr's work. Sweetly recollected! (Len Rosen)
I think you and I are close in age and grew up in a fairly affluent Boston burn, so I felt your words in my bones. Beautifully expressed. In my mind, I’m frozen in time (as are our kidhood parents) when I was 13 or so. The passing of time as marked by our generational roles and transitions is powerful. We are, in our ways, kind of like Ozymandius … but we are aware enough to see the sands blowing and shifting as our own human monuments are obscured. Thank you for your essay, friend.
Beautiful beautiful beautiful. Thanks, Ty.
Beautiful. Brought back memories. Thanks.
Thanks for sharing
Absolutely beautiful Ty and so many parts really resonated with me.. your words always paint such a vivid picture! thank you for this lovely and touching piece♥️
I read one of your reviews (I don’t remember what movie) & you mentioned something about a runaway tire flying out of the screen and crashing into the crowd watching. I thought that was pretty clever and I signed up for your email thingie. I’ll be honest, I don’t always read your stuff but I read this and it took me back to a place I’d never been. Thanks for helping me renegotiate my past. Your work has a haunting kind of “if you build it he will come” quality. I can climb inside and get a 360 view of another world that I’d never noticed before.
Peace & Love 2 U
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I have been thinking about death a lot lately. The unremarked ones during the pandemic, and also the dear ones we’ve lost, all jumbled together with so much sadness due to our collective trauma. Your essay/remembrance is a beautiful piece about more than your own youth and subsequent losses. It was, for me, anyway, a lament for a lost time, the New England our generation grew up with. I am older than you, but your post brought back many memories of my own youth. Thank you for that.