Typing With My Mother
Post-Script: Here's a photo of my Dad, sitting on a camel, taken during WWII in Egypt. He's on the right. On the left is his hometown buddy Dino Limore.
Typecast via Olympia SG-3.
Labels: memories
posted by Joe V at 8:52 PM
5 Comments:
Joe! This is beautifully written... and you don't call yourself a writer? There's a story in here--about a mother's typewriter that unknowingly comes into the collection of her son--and I hope you write it someday. Even now, Mother's Day must have its challenges for you. I'm sorry you only had your mother for such a short time. Though it is no comparison, I lost my father--not to death, but to divorce--when I was two. Most of my memories of him were from much later. As his caregiver now, the man I know gives perspective on the father in my memory. Strange how memory and reality intertwine to build our own unique truth. Thanks for the post.
Thanks for sharing such a fine story about your mother.
I'm saddened to hear you lost your mother at such a young age.
My mother was an inspiration for typing in my life also as I remember her fingers flying over the typewriter keys when I watched her type when I was a young boy.
It's great that you have this memory, and that it continues to make a difference in your life.
Touching (and your Dad has complete control of that camel).
Great.
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