Thanks you guys for the nice responses. Part of my pleasure in the piece
is that I come from that post-generation of children where women - who had
either been to university or self-sufficiently employed during the War -
were compelled to marry and go back into the house to raise children, etc.
It produced a lot of angry women - and kind of odd relationships with the
children. (Fathers, most often, were absent by virtue of their jobs).
One of the "odd" psychological consequences of all this was the daughters
and sons were chosen, pushed, etc. to fulfill the blunted dreams of the
mother (writer, dancer, PhD, executive, whatever). As a result many of us
were confused between supporting the aspirations of our mothers and/or
fulfilling our own desires, vocations, etc. (I am one of four boys - so
daughters could be chosen. And, actually, I was slated to become a lawyer or
Ph.D., not a writer. My mother did start law school when she was 50.
So it was nice to come back and 'work' with my mom to get her own creative
side - her voice, her writing, her deepest dream - back on the table and
cybered out into the world.
Thanks for affirming its value. I will tell her this Friday evening.
Stephen V
Blog: http://stephenvincent.durationpress.com
> Whoa, Doug. That wasn't *my* mother.
> My mother was a saint.
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> On Jun 30, 2005, at 11:03 AM, Douglas Barbour wrote:
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>> Stephen, Ken, Halvard:
>>
>> Whew, these mothers
>>
>> & the writing sons...
>>
>> Doug
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>> Douglas Barbour
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>> -- bring lust into the library
>> or it is hell.
>> Lisa Robertson
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