Dreams and memories
Jun. 7th, 2022 11:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kudaCovid really does a number on sleep. Strange dreams that wake me up. I drift off again and often continue the dream. My mother is often a star player in my dreams. She passed away over twenty years ago.
My mother grew up during the depression. She had very fixed opinions about the world. Men ruled the world for her. That was odd because she was the most independent person I ever knew. My father wasn't dependable. She worked to provide my brother and me a home. My dad lived in the house, but he never paid for anything.
My husband was in the Army. He was assigned to Germany. He went first and found us an apartment. Our two sons and I followed a few months later. My mom was shocked that he trusted me to fly with the two boys.
Once my husband was fixing the outside faucet of her house. He handed me his cigarette to hold for him. She saw me holding it and crewed me out for smoking.
After I was divorced, I moved to Dallas. A friend and I went out for my 42nd birthday. My mom called and left a message on my answering machine. She said she didn't care if I was 42, that I had no business being out after 10 pm.
My younger son did the phone message on my answering machine. She called and left a furious message. Just who was that man on that message machine!
She was a pistol. She refused to live with my brother or me. She was 82 when she passed. She never thought I would be able to take care of myself with out a man in my life. Funny thing is she is why I grew up to be independent by her example.
My mother grew up during the depression. She had very fixed opinions about the world. Men ruled the world for her. That was odd because she was the most independent person I ever knew. My father wasn't dependable. She worked to provide my brother and me a home. My dad lived in the house, but he never paid for anything.
My husband was in the Army. He was assigned to Germany. He went first and found us an apartment. Our two sons and I followed a few months later. My mom was shocked that he trusted me to fly with the two boys.
Once my husband was fixing the outside faucet of her house. He handed me his cigarette to hold for him. She saw me holding it and crewed me out for smoking.
After I was divorced, I moved to Dallas. A friend and I went out for my 42nd birthday. My mom called and left a message on my answering machine. She said she didn't care if I was 42, that I had no business being out after 10 pm.
My younger son did the phone message on my answering machine. She called and left a furious message. Just who was that man on that message machine!
She was a pistol. She refused to live with my brother or me. She was 82 when she passed. She never thought I would be able to take care of myself with out a man in my life. Funny thing is she is why I grew up to be independent by her example.
