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Some well known, some well-to-do, a couple of Harry's and a Hobbit or two...

H is for Honored memories.....

A day late and almost running into the day for the ' I ' post, I can offer little more than a few memorable 'H's', both imaginary and real, that have left an imprint....

Sherlock Holmes, the incomparable consulting detective, who made me cherish reason and logic and was key in my desire to develop a keen eye for catching the most obscure detail.

Nathaniel Hawthorne, who made me love the tragic, the dark and the mystical.

Hamlet, the melancholy Dane, whose tragic tale has always reminded me of the importance of listening to your own heart while searching for truth, but to never forget to temper that passionate drive with reason lest it lead to your own downfall.

Harry Houdini, whose wondrously magical feats, be they fake or real, have always inspired the idea that there are more truths in the world than we might ever know. In you, sir, I shall always 'Believe.'

Harry Potter, who reminds me that it isn't what we are born as much as the choices we make that determines who we are. And, that the greatest importance is in being true to ourselves and loyal to our friends.

And, Hobbits, the dearest of creatures, who cherish the simple things and remind us that though we may be small, though we may be severely out-forced and out-numbered, we may still have the means to change the course of the future. 


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  2. Oh how I loved Houdini as a child. Coudn't get enough of him. He was an entertainer ahead of his time.

    Thank you for the reminder.

    Happy A to Z,

  3. Love this post! I'm visiting through the A to Z Challenge. HP and Hobbits? Can't go wrong.

    Thanks for sharing! :)

    Marie at the Cheetah

  4. @Deirdra--- Thanks so much for the award!

    @Lucy--- Houdini always fascinated me as a child as well...and yes, he was definitely ahead of his time :-)

    @Marie--- Thanks for stopping by, glad you appreciated my Harry/Hobbit mash-up :-)


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