DECEMBER LIGHT
Today is the third anniversary of my mother’s death. I still haven’t properly sorted and stored the papers from her safe deposit boxes. Every once in a while a document will spill from a shelf onto my bedroom floor.
Yesterday it was a duplicate baptismal certificate for my mother’s father. He was born in the 1880’s in “St Edward (Albion),” Nebraska. Why the confusion? They were and are two distinct towns. Probably the birthplace is one and the baptism site the other.
Buried in the basement are pictures of my granddad's family in their sod hut, somewhere between Albion or St Edward.
We have to zoom in pretty far before the town names appear on Google maps.
Just two generations from the sod hut appears … ta da … sfwillie.
During his second and final hospital stay, I was alone with my own father who wasby then going in and out of present tense, when I said something about my mom.
“Your mother is a beautiful woman,” my dad said.
Yesterday it was a duplicate baptismal certificate for my mother’s father. He was born in the 1880’s in “St Edward (Albion),” Nebraska. Why the confusion? They were and are two distinct towns. Probably the birthplace is one and the baptism site the other.
Buried in the basement are pictures of my granddad's family in their sod hut, somewhere between Albion or St Edward.
We have to zoom in pretty far before the town names appear on Google maps.
Just two generations from the sod hut appears … ta da … sfwillie.
During his second and final hospital stay, I was alone with my own father who wasby then going in and out of present tense, when I said something about my mom.
“Your mother is a beautiful woman,” my dad said.
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2 comments:
she is a very, very beautiful woman. r.s.
She certainly is a beautiful woman, indeed.
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