by April Moore
May 30, 2021
A few months ago, here at HUU, I expressed a great joy about something that had unexpectedly come into my life—a folder of my mother’s writings from long ago. Apparently, when I’d received the folder a couple of years ago from my sister, I’d stashed it in a closet and forgotten all about it. But a couple of months ago I came across it.
This folder was stuffed with more than 40 typed stories and essays. From the return address on the first page of each one, I could tell that the writings spanned decades, from the late 1930s to the mid-1970s.
I realized I held in my hands a treasure, the fruits of my mother’s creative efforts over much of her adult life.
Oh, my God! Reading these stories has had a profound effect on my heart.
For starters, the quality of Mom’s writings stunned me—many were expertly structured, beautifully worded, and insightful. My mom was truly an artist, and I had never realized it!
But it is the way these stories restored my parents to me that had the profound impact on my heart. Although both my parents died a long time ago, I am re-experiencing them, vividly, at different stages of their lives. For instance, I can see my dad through my mom’s loving eyes, as a young man, and then as the more mature man he was during my childhood.
And reading a harrowing account of how a moment of carelessness by my parents when they were young nearly cost my sister her life when she was just three years old. Mom wrote poignantly about that brush with tragedy and how it changed her as a mother.
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