tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post7520954459459811468..comments2023-05-25T04:43:27.212-07:00Comments on Gina Stoneheart: Stories Told by Mack Trucks and Planes Sooth the Recesses of My HeartAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14498810090279251726noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-18561241213631936962014-06-26T06:31:22.855-07:002014-06-26T06:31:22.855-07:00How interesting! You know... they often say compo...How interesting! You know... they often say composer's are geniuses as well. I admire you for your creativity and astounding work=)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14498810090279251726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-2468736548407353122014-06-25T15:56:45.521-07:002014-06-25T15:56:45.521-07:00Happy Wednesday, Gina.Happy Wednesday, Gina.Sandra Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03814573408898140885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-77835445289991729872014-06-25T14:27:43.960-07:002014-06-25T14:27:43.960-07:00I love the sound of wind rustling against the leav...I love the sound of wind rustling against the leaves. This reminds me of a cool, summer's eve and autumn... two of my favorite times to be out on the patio or taking a nice, brisk walk.<br />I, too, enjoy the silence. Because I grew up with city sounds and then moved to the suburbs, I was surrounded by the best of both worlds=)<br />Thanks for sharing, Cherie. I'm looking forward to reading your book this summer! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14498810090279251726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-56458267919372108242014-06-25T10:02:42.382-07:002014-06-25T10:02:42.382-07:00I like quiet when I'm sleeping and when I'...I like quiet when I'm sleeping and when I'm being creative. My thoughts often seem much louder then. I do enjoy the sound of tree frogs in summer, though, and the wind rustling the leaves.Cherie Reichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16663147386014122939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-75740344132136281892014-06-25T08:56:47.607-07:002014-06-25T08:56:47.607-07:00Agreed, but I'm also a composer, so there'...Agreed, but I'm also a composer, so there's slightly different angle on that. My world is defined by music. =) Crystal Collierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03912469552483168148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-15555996855051264482014-06-25T04:30:03.709-07:002014-06-25T04:30:03.709-07:00Nikki, I'm currently away and I miss those sou...Nikki, I'm currently away and I miss those sounds. It's strange how important those noises are to us and how much we need them to calm our minds and boost our creativity. I'm glad to hear you can relate=)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14498810090279251726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-24230374775218755382014-06-24T20:06:07.037-07:002014-06-24T20:06:07.037-07:00Hi Gina!
I too grew up near an airport and the so...Hi Gina!<br /><br />I too grew up near an airport and the sound of airplanes flying overhead soothes me. I enjoyed reading about your childhood and the memories that these sounds bring. <br /><br />NikkiAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00157193600643830139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-4433968178768238402014-06-24T03:38:52.051-07:002014-06-24T03:38:52.051-07:00Thank you, Sandra! And a happy Monday to you too:...Thank you, Sandra! And a happy Monday to you too:)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14498810090279251726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-39409902214569014332014-06-23T17:14:26.336-07:002014-06-23T17:14:26.336-07:00Happy Monday, Gina:)Happy Monday, Gina:)Sandra Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03814573408898140885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-16440697751259041942014-06-23T07:44:45.560-07:002014-06-23T07:44:45.560-07:00Thank you so much, Sandra! I had a great weekend ...Thank you so much, Sandra! I had a great weekend and I hope you had the same=) Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14498810090279251726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-54278262435949658762014-06-22T13:49:52.894-07:002014-06-22T13:49:52.894-07:00Just stopped by to say, 'hey' Gina. Hope y...Just stopped by to say, 'hey' Gina. Hope your weekend was fabulous.Sandra Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03814573408898140885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-29607121106291895592014-06-19T13:19:35.563-07:002014-06-19T13:19:35.563-07:00Awe, Joylene, I am all smiles at your words regard...Awe, Joylene, I am all smiles at your words regarding my meandering thoughts... thank you so much for sharing. I am happy you enjoyed my post and found my words to be hopeful. Very thoughtful and kind of you to say=)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14498810090279251726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-36177082849733023902014-06-19T10:44:04.229-07:002014-06-19T10:44:04.229-07:00Such beautiful proses. When I read blogs like this...Such beautiful proses. When I read blogs like this, I'm inspired. The photos are stunning, the words make me feel hopeful. I live on a lake. It's quiet. Sometimes the loons will cry and I'll remember where I am. Joylene Nowell Butlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04497637513532136615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-74401026330059104452014-06-19T03:21:23.031-07:002014-06-19T03:21:23.031-07:00Songs do the same thing for me, too, Crystal. I t...Songs do the same thing for me, too, Crystal. I think creatives are even more sensitive to sounds and songs because they allow us to reflect or embellish in our writing. Music triggers my deepest thoughts and it provides inspiration for a lot of my work. Thanks for sharing! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14498810090279251726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-86451741370142730452014-06-18T10:46:56.712-07:002014-06-18T10:46:56.712-07:00I'm very sensitive to sound. Always have been....I'm very sensitive to sound. Always have been. Learning how to sleep while living in NYC was an interesting adventure. As far as music goes, I have certain songs that define time periods. Every time I hear them they take me right back to the moment and emotion first associated with them. Other sounds though, not so much. Crystal Collierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03912469552483168148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-14670674563882949052014-06-18T03:02:12.233-07:002014-06-18T03:02:12.233-07:00My windows haven't rattled since college. I w...My windows haven't rattled since college. I went to Rutgers University which was an hour train ride to Manhattan. During my time there, my roommates and I lived in the downtown area next to the train station. At first, I hated the sound but after some while, I got used to the rattling of my window. Even now, whenever I hear a train go by, it takes me right back to our little apartment and all of the memories college life provided me.<br />I can see why you miss NY, Lexa. I grew up in a small town a few hours away from the city and no one ever ventured there. I, however, had different plans and found myself driving there almost every weekend as soon as I got my license. Back then, the city was different and everything was so vivid, alive and new. I still go back for dinner from time to time and the skyline always provides such a magnificent portrait=)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14498810090279251726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-62539429202399544382014-06-18T02:47:14.102-07:002014-06-18T02:47:14.102-07:00Well, thank you so much for your admiration, John....Well, thank you so much for your admiration, John. Truly, I don't know what to say... so kind of you=)<br />I, too, found it hard to fall asleep when all was quiet. It took some getting used to which is probably why I found myself sneaking into my mother's bed because she would rub my head until I fell asleep. The silence back then was just too strange. However, now, silence is one of the keys to searching for that inner peace inside of me.<br />Ahh, the sound of fans and even air conditioners to fall asleep! Our birds (or more like our children) wake us up around 430am! It's nice to have the air running and AC on to drown out there chirps but these sounds also remind me of Wildwood days. Whenever I hear an air conditioner rumbling, it takes me right back to those little motel rooms with the small pools not so far from the mile-long beach we had to walk across to get to the ocean. Not to mention the immense boardwalk, rides and go-carts. I love what sounds and noises do to trigger our memories and musings. It's quite beautiful, isn't it?<br />Thank you so much for reading and sharing your words here. I always tell my mom how much of a great deal they mean to me. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14498810090279251726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-26735313733271475812014-06-17T11:06:25.564-07:002014-06-17T11:06:25.564-07:00You're the first person I've ever known wh...You're the first person I've ever known who likes traffic and plane noises. I live near an airport and am not a fan of having my windows rattle. But I understand how certain things can feed your imagination. I grew up in the Midwest and had a poster of the New York skyline at night. I looked at the thousands of tiny lighted windows and enjoyed imagining stories for all the people who lived behind them. I ended up living in NY for ten years. I always loved it there. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07735576044552810103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-2045089626120913072014-06-17T08:31:12.883-07:002014-06-17T08:31:12.883-07:00Gina, Another excellent post that had me conjurin...Gina, Another excellent post that had me conjuring memories of days gone by. I, too, grew up in Camden. When I moved out of the city in 1977, and, relocated to WIlliamstown, I had difficulty falling asleep at night because it was too quiet. To this day, I sleep with a fan running, just to have noise in the background. In addition, I find certain smells to be a trigger of my past memories. As a child, waking up and smelling liver sausage(ugh) told me that my Dad's brothers had come-by for breakfast and I would find Mom cooking it downstairs. The same was true with anchovies, which she would fry with eggs and which I avoided at all costs. Now, certain odors, good and bad, can open the memory floodgates. Your point is well-made. No matter the memory, good or bad, we wrap ourselves around the positive feelings that we receive from them. Keep the posts coming, I admire your spirit, intelligence and maturity!!!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06068365423533601454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-13920423531714151542014-06-17T06:56:01.801-07:002014-06-17T06:56:01.801-07:00I love this, Melissa.. "the distant hum of th...I love this, Melissa.. "the distant hum of the big rig tires even with the windows closed." I was trying to picture the tires going down the highway when I wrote this piece and humming would have been a great way to describe their affect on me.<br />Uh, so sorry about not having a link! I have to figure this out now. Any suggestions? I'm not very tech savvy, lol <br />Thanks for finding me! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14498810090279251726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-56853407646817380472014-06-17T06:52:46.991-07:002014-06-17T06:52:46.991-07:00Thank you, Paul. It's strange how much our wa...Thank you, Paul. It's strange how much our wants and desires become more peaceful as we grow and continue to flood our minds and hearts by embracing the world around us... sober. <br />My mother and I have had long conversations about this lately... how the journey is constantly changing; in a more meaningful way. Certain memories, sounds and needs tickle my soul in a way I never imagined. And even when I take a deeper look into my surroundings, they are so much more significant now. <br />I guess when I hear the sounds of Mack trucks and planes, they bring me back to an age of innocence; a time where the entire world was anew and I had nothing but hope and love for my kin and myself. And strangely, this is where I am ending up now. <br />I'm doing well and I hope you are finding happiness in everything within your life, my friend!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14498810090279251726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-25315053300361997762014-06-17T03:08:25.064-07:002014-06-17T03:08:25.064-07:00Whew! I found your blog. Had to Google you; you ne...Whew! I found your blog. Had to Google you; you need to add a link to your Google+ page. LOL<br /><br />I enjoyed reading this. It reminded me of sounds I heard as a child. I didn't hear the highway when I was at my mat. grandmother's. She lived in the country, so nothing by silence broken by the rooster's crow in the early morning. But the home I grew up in was near a main freeway. In the early morning hours, when everything was quiet, I could hear the distant hum of the big rig tires even with the windows closed.Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08516493326566981116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-36258193254355579692014-06-16T21:49:43.774-07:002014-06-16T21:49:43.774-07:00Wonderful storytelling, Gina. I can hear and pict...Wonderful storytelling, Gina. I can hear and picture those soothing, humming trucks and even the planes nearby. Great connection to how it comforted you as a child, as you yourself travelled about within and without and had your own treks and journeys. <br /><br />As for myself, I have to say that I don't really have anything that takes me back to childhood. No sights, or smells or sounds. Not that I had a bad childhood, but I just didn't connect to much. I was born and raised in the same city I live in now, and l guess it all sounds the same. I know some folks who can recall grandma's clanging jewelry or the smell of wood burning fires, or the crunching of Uncle Jake's tobacco bag, etc. but growing up was just...plain. lol. I think it probably says more about my state of mind (clueless!) growing up than anything else. <br /><br />Anyway, this was a lovely piece...as per usual. You are really in touch with a lot, and it just seems to be a gentle and tranquil place. What a wonderful thing to witness :)<br /><br />Hope you're doing well!<br /><br />PaulAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-71458495465876084032014-06-16T15:56:16.805-07:002014-06-16T15:56:16.805-07:00Mommy, you are too sweet. I can't ever say it...Mommy, you are too sweet. I can't ever say it enough but thank you for reading my blog posts. Words will never justify how blessed and grateful I am to have you still here, with me, as I continue forward on the journey I have created and God continues to help pave for me.<br />Ahh, grammy's house next to the cemetery.. I do remember it well. I am going to have some frightening tales to tell this October! <br />And don't worry... I will always be blogging away and sharing stories.. whether I'm sitting outside of my beachfront property or here in my cozy condominium. Writing engulfs much of my heart these days so I carry it along with me everywhere I go=)<br />Love you, too!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14498810090279251726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387125771932762199.post-36990764313486953982014-06-16T15:49:21.078-07:002014-06-16T15:49:21.078-07:00In just this short paragraph, Quanie, I could pict...In just this short paragraph, Quanie, I could picture you being on your porch and hearing the train whistle. Especially after reading your novel (which I loved and everyone should read "It Ain't Easy Being Jazzy"), I definitely get the feel of your childhood as it resonates from your writing=) Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14498810090279251726noreply@blogger.com