About three weeks ago, I wrote about my aunt, Leatrice, the last of my mother’s sisters. In my heart I knew, that day, she was not doing very well. I spoke with her every week and when I got off the phone after we talked for what turned out to be the last time, I was really concerned about her. What I didn’t know, was just how rapidly she would decline. Unfortunately she passed away eight days ago.
She’s the one in the middle in the photograph. My mother is on the left and her twin sister, on the right. The twins were seven years older than my aunt. She looks about six or seven, I’m guessing — the smocked dress is a give-away, don’t you think? So they would have been thirteen or fourteen. Teenagers, although to me, they look older — more sophisticated. It’s probably the lipstick that was added to the photograph later. And the rouge, as it was called in those days.
I love this photo. The first time I saw it was at my cousin’s house, after my aunt’s funeral. Obviously in those days there were no colour photographs, so this was tinted. The three of them look like they’re in a
Have you ever tried to figure out why you are the way you are? Yes, DNA definitely has something to do with it. Your parents influence you, to some degree. Where you live, how you live, with whom you live certainly all have an effect. Life, itself, is a factor.
But there are some characteristics each of us has, the ones we think are unique to us, that sometimes make me wonder.
In recent posts I’ve talked about myself a lot. My feelings about feminism. My moral code. My standards. My approach to friendship and love and work and life. And there seems to be a common thread that runs through all of it.
I have strong convictions. I stand up for what I believe in, regardless of the consequences. I am an independent thinker; and doer. I am not easily influenced by the opinions of others. Even as a young child I Continue reading →