This is a good likeness of Mom. I think it is from a photo taken of her.
I imagine this was from a magazine too.
I don’t know if this is an actual skyline of a city or not. It looks familiar; my aunt and uncle had a skyline of a city over their couch, I think, when they lived in Elgin. Mom probably found this in a magazine though.
Sunday is the day I usually go shopping. I am not shopping today for obvious reasons so I turned my attention to my cluttered attic kneewall.
Near the kneewall door on top of the box of old family bibles I cannot bear to throw away but also don’t know what to do with was a purple bag holding dollhouse furniture from the 50s and 60s. The furniture came with a vintage dollhouse that my mom gave my daughter one Christmas, thinking it was worth money. It may have been, but Clare never really liked it. We donated the dollhouse a few years ago, but kept the furniture. It’s dusty and dirty from years in the kneewall and then more time in a bag that once held muddy boots.
I remembered I’d bought a mini light box, fished it out and decided to take photos of the furniture and the couple who lived in the dollhouse. There is more furniture in another dollhouse that we still have. If this isolation period goes on long enough, you’ll see that too!
In 2000 when I graduated from George Washington University with a Master’s degree my mom, and her two sisters pooled their money and bought me a Lenox mug that featured an illustration of a cedar waxwing (by artist Catherine McClung), my favorite bird and my online persona on several forums. I knew that they’d spent a fair amount on it because Mom cautioned me that it should probably not be used.
I heeded her warning and didn’t use the mug for several years but in April 2013 I decided to start using it, a decision I documented on Facebook:
Fast forward to a little over a month ago during our kitchen renovation, when, while washing dishes in the basement, Dean accidentally knocked the mug to the cement floor where it broke in several pieces. I heard it, I knew what it was and my heart momentarily froze and when he showed me what happened, I replied, “Don’t worry about it. It was bound to happen sometime. I got lots of years out of it.” And strangely, that was how I really felt.
Of course I documented it on Facebook.
The responses were heartwarming and several friends tried to help me find a replacement, at least one even offering to buy me one.
I could not find the exact mug and felt that buying one would be cheating. Part of its appeal was because it was from three special people in my life who were no longer with us.
Two days after the mug was broken my brother commented with a photo of the mug and later said it was an early Christmas gift to me in memory of Mom. It turned out that he found a set of four Lenox bird mugs online and bought them for me.
I got them a week or so later and put them in my China cabinet. I’ll use them someday, but not right now.
Kevin buying them for me was such a surprise, but when I think of it, not that much of a surprise. He’s always been a kind and thoughtful person. I’m lucky he’s my brother.
At least 28 years ago my friend Rosanne gave me a shirt that, while huge on me, I loved. I think I was supposed to wear it with leggings (which were “in” 28 years ago, along with big hair) or maybe she meant to wear it when I was pregnant.
The front of the shirt has dozens of women’s names on it in an inverted triangle, with I’m in good company in lilac in the middle of the names. The bottom of the triangle (the tip) reads “Me!”
The back of the shirt has an image of a man who resembles the Fallout Shelter guy fishing and the caption reads, “Good Catch!” which I assumed was the name of the company that made the shirt.
I wore the shirt with pride for many years, until it started getting ragged at the neckline and holes showed up in spots, then I wore it as a night shirt.
At some point I figured out that many, if not all, of the women named on the shirt fell somewhere in the LGBTQ+ community and I wondered if I was telling a lie by wearing it, or could even be accused of appropriation. Nevertheless, I still loved it and wore it with pride.
Sure enough, this shirt can still be bought at the Good Catch website and is called the Famous Lesbians Shirt.
I wonder if Rosanne realized that about the shirt. It doesn’t matter. I still love it, even though it is even too ragged to be worn as a nightshirt.
Ever Close in Mind and Heart ((This must have been written shortly after Grandpa died))
(Marjorie Frances Ames)
No further away then a picture
A smile or remembered phrase
Our loved ones live in memory.
So close in so many ways.
For how often does a sunset
Bring nostalgic thoughts to mind
Of moments that our loved ones shared
In days now left behind!
How often has a flower
Or an crystal autumn sky
Brought golden recollections
Of happy days gone by!
Yes, memory has a magic way
Of keeping loved ones near,
Ever close in mind and heart
Are the ones we hold most dear.