Category: Memories of Mom
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Need to say good-bye.
A flurry of COVID cleaning unearthed this essay. So old the paper it was written on is yellow and brittle. I remember executing this document shortly after my arrival in Seattle in 1995. Evokes memories. Decided to clean it up a bit and post. Hopefully changed names enough to protect family’s privacy, with out taking…
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Depression Era Deception
Depression Era Deception Grace Prats prayed as she sifted the tainted contents of the “Gay Powder Puff Design” box of Coty Fragrant Face powder. She needed Divine Intervention to endow the flour sifter from her kitchen with magical properties that would transform this substance back to its original state. A miracle was required to restore…
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It’s Genetic
Must be in the genes. What incites us to clean with such zeal when we expect company? The closer the kin, the deeper the level of “clean” is required. The “us” to whom I refer are individuals of the female gender. None of the males I know seem to be infected with the super-clean bug.…
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Honor your Mother
Rummaging in my box of cards, I found a Mother’s Day card I’d purchased, but never sent. I planned too far ahead that year. Mom was no longer at an address serviced by the US Postal department. I’remember many Mother’s Day celebrations, for my own mom, her mom, mom’s in law and the celebrations of my…
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Powder with an Extra P(ee)!
My Grandmother prayed as she sifted the tainted contents of the “Gay Powder Puff Design” box of Coty Fragrant Face powder. She needed Divine Intervention to endow the flour sifter from her kitchen with magical properties that would transform this substance back to its original state. A miracle was required to restore the gossamer lightness…
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The icing on the cake was much thicker when I was a child.
I was about four years old. There was a beautifully decorated birthday cake sitting on the counter at my Aunt’s home. I was supposed to be down for a nap, with my cousins, to rest up before the party. I was so excited in anticipation of the upcoming party I didn’t fall asleep at all.…
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Vivid imagination…my entertainment!
As I rounded the corner I saw an ominous sign- a black dress on a hanger in the back window of an unfamiliar vehicle. I looked up to the deck at the back of the house; a fluffy down comforter was hanging over the railing. This was an odd time of year, I thought, to…
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Mammary Memories?
“What do you suppose they did with my left breast?” My mother’s question was a bit daunting to my sister Liz and me. We were visiting with our 83 year old mother, who was a resident at an assisted living facility. Mom had a funny expression on her face and we were not sure if…