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Pandemic Masks

Is it too early to talk about the masks we wore to protect us and others from Covid-19? I’m talking about the earlier days — the fabric masks. The handmade ones, the ones that suddenly appeared on Amazon. The ones that really were not that effective.

To be clear, I was happy that we were not expected to wear masks when out and about at the very beginning. I’d seen people wearing masks in my day and I was happy I didn’t need to do that — it seemed so odd and embarrassing. I just didn’t leave the house — so I didn’t need to worry about getting Covid-19. I was completely devastated for many reasons when it was announced that the general public should begin wearing masks. To begin with, I didn’t know where to find a mask. The good ones were reserved for doctors, nurses, first responders. A FB acquaintance even went so far as to shame anyone who was able to get N19 masks. I don’t recall her exact words, but they were sharp and scathing and she didn’t back down when some people explained that they had N19 masks left from house projects or dealing with forest fire smoke.

Another reason I was terrified to wear a mask was because I didn’t know how to and I felt uncomfortable about doing so. I thought they were ugly and bothersome.

My first concern was eased by someone on our neighborhood email list who offered to make masks for people in exchange for a donation to her favorite charity. I made a donation and stopped by her house one day and picked up my mask on her front porch with the instructions to wash it in hot water in case she was inadvertently passing on Covid germs.

My first mask

My second and third concerns were eased only by experience.

A local women’s group held an outdoor mask sale to benefit their non-profit and I bought one or two masks there. I bought more on Amazon, two through King Arthur Flour, and a few from the company that made KA Flour’s masks. I gave some away for Christmas that year as well. My friend Catherine who’d just moved to Seattle sent us one that had ‘VOTE’ on the front. I gave that to Dean because it was too big for me.

Dean modeling my VOTE mask

My favorite mask was my Kate Bush mask that featured a woman in a red dress standing in various poses with ‘You know it’s me — Cathy’ written on the bottom. Unfortunately that was just for looks because the material was too porous. I wore it over another mask when I was out and about.

Most of the masks were too big for me so I bought beads to string on the ear bands and hooks to wrap the ear bands around my head.

Eventually we were able to easily purchase N19 and KN19 masks and the fabric masks became redundant. I even have unused masks left over.

I’m keeping my fabric masks for the time being. Not that I think I’ll need them, but because, in a way, they make me feel a little safe.

A Ring

I don’t know when I bought myself this double-gem ring, but I’m pretty sure I was around 17 and working at Ben Franklin, saving for a trip to England. It is also possible I got it from a vending machine. I’d forgotten about it until I went through a bag of costume jewelry I’d given my daughter who gave it back to me. I’m pretty sure it had both stones in it when I gave it to her.

Of course it is not real. The ring part is sterling silver. So maybe it didn’t come from a vending machine. The ‘gemstones’ are made out of glass or possibly plastic and painted with stripes of blue, pink, and green. Perhaps the glass is colored that way — who knows. I do know, though, that I liked wearing it. I especially remember finding my hand attractive when I was wearing a dress shirt with button sleeves and when I lifted my hand to button my sleeve and my fist was slightly closed. I didn’t find any part of me attractive, so that was an unusual feeling.

I’ve been going through photos but cannot find any in which I am wearing the ring. Oh well. I have the image in my head.

I think I will save it just for the glass stone. It does not take up much space.

That time I was a Karen

One day in 1977 I opened a packet of Lipton loose leaf tea and found a long piece of wood. I was surprised and a little upset because I was afraid to drink the tea. Of course back then there was no Twitter to post a complaint to the Lipton PR person so I did the only thing I could do. I wrote the company a letter of complaint. I think it was a little humorous — I don’t remember exactly what I said but I think I used the phrase “imagine my surprise…”.

Well, imagine my surprise when I received a personal letter from the Lipton Tea company, including a coupon for a free package of loose leaf tea and the Lipton Newsletter. And of course I saved it.