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Mom Notes

Some of Mom’s Notes in Her Own Hand

This  Weekly Photo Challenge is “letters.”  I immediately thought of  Mom who died 21 years ago.  I didn’t quite understand why but I could never part with the little card notes she used to attach to gifts.  They were always clever little mini-letters that had special meanings.  Over the years I finally realized the notes were my mother’s messages of love.  Each  refers to some important phase of my life, some special thing I was yearning for, some incident or occasion that must have seemed all important to me at the time.   I do not recall  the phases or the occasions or even what the presents were, but the letters turned out to be the real gifts.

Are you wondering who Dorf is?  

When my new little brother was learning to talk he called me Dorfy instead of Dorothy.  

That morphed into “Dorf” and that has always been my nickname in the family.




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Daily Prompt: Hi Mom!

Today is Mother’s Day in the United States. Wherever in the world you are, write your mother a letter.

Dear Mom,

I wish you had been a blogger.

I know you loved to write.  And though you never penned the words, you sometimes spoke of youthful hopes and dreams.

But, oh, to have the stellar moments of your life in a diary, a journal, a blog!  What a treasure that would be now that you are gone.

I wish you had been a blogger Mom.

The stories of your lifetime reside in my flawed memories and colorful imagination.  You were the center of my world.  And I believed my brother, Steve, and I were the center of yours.  Maybe that is all that really matters now, but

I wish you had been a blogger.

Who were you growing up?  Who was that handsome fellow who courted you for seven years?  Who were your friends?  Where did you go?  What did you do?  Who took you to the Met for the operas you loved so much?

Ida 1925

I smile now at the Beach Girl photos we saved, and wish they could come alive.  How beautiful you were.  I don’t remember you like that, with the young girl’s laughter and joy at being young.

Ida 1927

How did you feel before I was born?  What was it like working as a publication “reader” and meeting a down- and-out Walt Disney?

Ida 1935

I have patched together your life Mom, like I used to carefully fill in my old coloring books, forced to stay inside the lines, weaving a lifetime from half-known truths and guessing at the colors to fill in the blanks.

I remember the comfort of your warmth, the safety in your arms, the immense love you gave.

It was enough.  It is enough.

It is not enough.

I wish you had been a blogger Mom.

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