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I think it is ironic that the people you spend most of your life knowing, i.e. your parents are often the people you know the least about. I can’t say if that is true in general, but with my parents, and my knowledge of their life, it has been. I know very little of their early years, and even of the years I grew up, my knowledge of them is just about the relationship with myself. I know very little of the relationships, the hopes, and the disappointments they felt, those things that are common in everyone ’s life. It was because of this I asked my mother to tell me about her life. I asked her to start to write down her memories. It was apparently difficult for her to do. But she made an effort. I kept at her to keep writing. This is the result. As I discover old photographs of her, and her sister and brother, this story helps those photos come alive. I don’t think she understood how important it was to me to know who she was as a person, rather than as a mother. And while I wish I had more of her story, I am grateful to her for what she was able to give.
Robert Wallace
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