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Gender: Female
Status: Married
Location:
Corfu
Greece
School:
Wayne State University
Thomas Jefferson College -GVSU
Marywood Academy
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Reference Librarian
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Grand Rapids, Michigan
Brussels, Belgium
Santa Fe, New Mexico
Izmir, Turkey
Copenhagen, Denmark
Gif-sur-Yvette, France
Corfu, Greece
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"The important thing, kid, is that you're doing something you like to do." American Dreamer (film 1984)
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dual nationality: US/Irish, living in Greece; trained but retired librarian, currently living happily ever after

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interested in cooking, US politics and travel; still interested in my husband after 40 years and by my three clever sons as well (though, i find i am often in thrall by my granddaughter at College in South Carolina, my 15 yr old grandson in Michigan and two year old toddler grandson in Chicago). i enjoy my garden and my dog, a Bernese named Balou, and my silly two cats, Vita and Cosmo
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Mothers and Daughters

I wrote this on my website last month while my mother was visiting us in Greece...

 

Mothers and Daughters

 

We have a history. When your mother is 83 and you are 60, we're talking a lot of years over the dam. The funny thing about our relationship is that somewhere along the lifeline it sort of froze in time.

For my mother I will always be 16.

The stories she remembers are when I was a baby and my dad and me and mom were a perfect post war family, even though she didn't speak much English. She'd met my father during the War, and they married in Belgium while he was affiliated with the Embassy. (he was a regular "joe" during the war, but was recovering from his wounds when he met her)

The world was full of hope and, after a couple of miscarriages, a child was born! I was that perfect child.


[mom and dad and precious in the middle]

When I was five, she decided to go "home" to Belgium to introduce the family to her perfect child (and said perfect child was towed along!) while my dad stayed back in the States to wait for our return.

Back in 1955, travel was via the big Ships: we traveled on the SS Sumeria. When we arrived in Brussels, it was to discover with great sadness that her father (my grandfather) had been blinded in an explosion from a still armed WW2 bomb in the train yard where he was chief of scheduling. He'd almost died but as she was pregnant with me, at the time of the accident, her family was afraid to tell her so she wouldn't lose the baby.

[me, my mom and my grandfather walking in downtown Brussels ==> note the extreme pigeon-toed stride- I have yet to abandon completely!]

Then in what can only be described as oddly typical in my family, they forgot to tell her after I was born! This meant that when we arrived, she was confronted with the new and had no time to process it or grieve! (Meanwhile of course everyone else had had plenty of time as were a little disconcerted over her reaction!)

My memories at five were similar to being tossed about in an emotional blanket. But I remember that I learned to speak French!


In 1959 my father died. Great sadness- and for my young mother, a yearning for family.

Again with the ship: this time the SS Atlantic. My memories of making it through the grieving is mixed through the veils of two cultures. It was a strange experience (with many good memories- of course, some not so good.)


[<== still toe-ing in with the feet!]

Shortly after we arrived in Belgium, the SS Atlantic was purchased by Princess Cruise lines and we had no ship to travel home on! My first airplane flight!

A great memory... but of course it still didn't make up for losing my dad.

When we returned to the U.S.A. my mother had to work. She became a successful Interior Designer, but the cost was time.

I was fortunate that she took care to give me a great education, in an all girls convent school with great nuns to teach me and a school of great companions to live with during the school year (I was lucky to be able to go home every weekend!), and in the summer, I would go to my grandparents in Belgium during my school - 3 month- long vacation. In Belgium, I had my grandparents, my great aunts and great uncles - and my mother's sister, my aunt and her husband, my uncle as well as my only slightly older guy cousin, to spend the summer with.

I became independent in many ways, (I traveled to Europe alone!) but dependent too (European mores didn't give young ladies too much freedom even in the 60's!). Fortunately my cousin was male and we could get away with more things together than either one of us could do on our own!

Meanwhile, my mother often treated me like a sister through my teen years, but then- of course- she'd pull rank (as parents do...)

ah we both have many memories of the sixties!

 

[can you tell my mother is terrified of heights?? ah the things she'd do if I "dared" her...]

Often on my weekends off she'd have to work and we'd combine a mini-holiday when her "job" had finished.

These years to my mother were profoundly memorable, though for me it was so much more about what was going on outside our lives together. For her, each moment we spent together became a book of memories, shelved with all the others... our history in stone.

We are currently - as we do each time we're together- now reliving all those memories of time and place.

Not too much to do with Villa Methavrio or Greece... but Oh well!

 

 

Added: November 9, 2009
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jen43
jen43 says:

Loved reading your journal, very well written, thank you for sharing this with us....Jen
Posted: November 9, 2009 7:29PM EST
jen43
jen43 says:

Hello my friend, Hope this finds you well and happy, Can you believe we are almost in the Holiday season,
?, Time passes so quickly, enjoy your weekend, Jen
Posted: November 7, 2009 6:53PM EST
truestarr
truestarr says:

Hey ho dear Jen,
JUST got well after a cold that lasted a whole week. I can't believe we're almost in the holidays either! I'll be flying to the States next Sunday to spend a month in Chicago. (with a couple of side trips to Michigan probably.)

The key goal of this trip (besides making a Thanksgiving dinner for my three sons and their families!) will be taking some time to scout out and then have my mother visit with some retirement places in the Chicago area.

We're trying to relocate my 84 year old mother from New Mexico to a new retirement facility in Chicago closer to her grandchildren and easier for us to get to should we need to. (where she is now is usually another full day's travel after we arrive in the US!)

Needless to say I am looking at a very busy holiday season! I'll be back home with my dearly beloved before Christmas tho... so that'll be good news!

Take care! /Jessica
Posted: November 9, 2009 2:25AM EST
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