6 thoughts on “glasgow 1868 on a wordless wednesday

  1. isabella mori

    oh alex … our grandmothers …

    and i think of another one, somewhere in a shtetl, who sang a song where she foreswore everything, slept out in the fields, ate only bread and water, and went out to be a washerwoman, “abi mit dir in aynem sayn, abi mit dir in aynem sayn” – “as long as i can be with you, as long as i can be with you.”

    long-ago songs, and they’re still in our bones.

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