Thank you to reader Steve (Lunchmoney) for posting this site on Mom's Recovery. It's a lovely I'm sure many of us can use for years to come. Gratefulness.org
What Mom really wanted was to be a writer. She wrote an autobiography while I was in junior high, then put it away after too much discouraging editing "help" from a local J.C. instructor. I really wanted to self-publish it for her when she first was diagnosed, but she didn't become interested until this summer. So I'm committed to getting that done, and Brian is going to draw the cover from the best picture we have of Great Grandpa and Mom on his lap.
I think it's an amazing story. At the age of six, she was diagnosed with TB and sent away to a sanitarium, where her older brother and Grandpa were. But because of the quarantine rules of that era, she was alone in the hospital for a year...the only contact she had with them was waving through a window.
Anyway, I think she's a beautiful writer and really captures a distinct viewpoint and amazing details of her era. It's of some small relief that I have something active to do that feels important in her memory.
Here are some of her blog entries at Mom's Recovery:
Can You Believe it?
Spittin' Tacks Mad
Walkers are Cool!
If a Tree Falls
Oh my god this was a terrible idea. Why did I start listing blog entries? You can actually follow the progression on her blog of how small her life became...how she had to keep adjusting her goals and dreams to reachable sizes, until she was squished into this tiny little heartbeat of hope. I'm filled with such sadness and regret now. Urgh. But...if you get a chance, she was (is?) a wonderful writer who really wanted to be read. I have to go now.