Sunday, May 13, 2012
i have known good mothers
It was the fall after my stillborn and my mother thought it would be good for me to get away. I flew down to Blythe alone and after a few days there she and I drove over to St. David to visit Grandma Rose. It was good to spend time with these women, their words could heal and soothe. Grandma and mother had perfected the rare art of 'wisdom banter', mundane and seemingly trivial conversation that is randomly interspersed with nuggets of profundity. So it happened on the second morning that we were there Grandma asked how I was feeling. I told her I was fine, perfectly fine. And I was. Physically, anyway. She nodded her head slowly. Then Grandma hopped up from the table abruptly and went back into the spare bedroom and brought out her latest craft. "They showed us how to make these in Relief Society last month. They sure are clever, aren't they?" Sure enough. The purse made out of a yellow placemat was indeed clever. "We could make some while you're here". "I would like that", I said. And then she talked about going into town later, about Uncle John and how his leg had been bothering him. She talked about lettuce being on sale. Then she ran her fingers through her gray wispy hair and sighed sadly. "I sure could use a haircut. The gal that cuts my hair is out of town for two weeks. I look like a wild woman of Borneo".