tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442177790750177661.post5005418433669391727..comments2024-03-25T15:32:45.641-04:00Comments on THE BOOK OF BARKLEY: The Color of MemoryLBJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17795791180696109276noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442177790750177661.post-54940081496772380762019-04-17T13:44:57.382-04:002019-04-17T13:44:57.382-04:00It's almost a miracle as to what life's co...It's almost a miracle as to what life's colors can conjure up within our heart and mind. Tails Around the Ranchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11385964459822157749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442177790750177661.post-47899194230276777692019-04-17T10:15:04.211-04:002019-04-17T10:15:04.211-04:00How beautifully spoken ... thank you for sharing t...How beautifully spoken ... thank you for sharing thoughts that I could not speak.Zoolatryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04992756898468224531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442177790750177661.post-348413356624219582019-04-17T02:48:01.078-04:002019-04-17T02:48:01.078-04:00color is memory, we totally agree. instad of a rai...color is memory, we totally agree. instad of a rainbow I wanted a giant tree on my wall and every leave should get a photo of a hero of my childhood... I failed and the tree looked so awful that my dad needed 87 buckets of paint to cover the dark brown (f)artpiece... so if I see brown on a wall I remember my tree fail LOLeasyweimaranerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14377003995063754713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442177790750177661.post-60966878198807776772019-04-16T20:55:35.921-04:002019-04-16T20:55:35.921-04:00Lady bounced between 2 rooms in her childhood. One...Lady bounced between 2 rooms in her childhood. One was blue and one had a primary colour flower pattern. She hasn't picked paint colours in years but wonders if she should pick something when she has to get the bedroom ceiling repaired. Hailey and Zaphod and their Ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04183902007810065462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442177790750177661.post-65228884063755490012019-04-16T19:38:44.093-04:002019-04-16T19:38:44.093-04:00
Your story evokes the memories
hidden behind th... <br />Your story evokes the memories <br />hidden behind the blink of my eyes. <br /><br /> Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767165260196573679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442177790750177661.post-31367130240650557672019-04-16T17:14:22.332-04:002019-04-16T17:14:22.332-04:00Color can evoke such memories - and emotions!
Beau...Color can evoke such memories - and emotions!<br />Beautiful post!<br />KZKThe Army of Fourhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12430214230146328389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442177790750177661.post-72403247399425196822019-04-16T16:21:08.184-04:002019-04-16T16:21:08.184-04:00Whenever I am suddenly transported into a memory b...Whenever I am suddenly transported into a memory by a smell, colour or sound, I completely understand PTSD. The memory is so vivid. Luckily, I have wonderful experiences to draw on. But I understand people who are suddenly back in a traumatic experience.Bella Roxy & Macduihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10268052368797347239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442177790750177661.post-57120325482748496322019-04-16T11:06:09.404-04:002019-04-16T11:06:09.404-04:00Momma says she also suffered a pink room as a chil...Momma says she also suffered a pink room as a child and hated it too. When she was older, her walls were white with one accent wall in forest green. When she lived in her first house of her own and could paint ANYTHING, her bedroom was a sunshine yellow. Now it's white, but she's thought of bringing that pretty yellow back.Matilda the Boxerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14302873528782783661noreply@blogger.com