I apologize for not updating before now. I just am having a hard time coming up with new topics. I’m not depressed or anything; I just can’t seem to think of anything to say.
But I did figure something out — lucky you!!!
Behold this photo:
Who do you think it is??? Any guesses??
That, my dear friends, is my stepmother Marty, at the age of 3, when her parents lived in Michigan as my grandfather studied for his PhD. Isn’t she just a cutie-pie?? She’ll be 56 on Wednesday, so she’s grown a bit since this photo was taken.
She also looks surprisingly like me, and therefore Grace, at this age.
How can she and I be so similar??? We share absolutely no DNA.
I’m always surprised at the similarities between the two of us. Folks who don’t even know us will stop us on the street and say that we look so much alike. I’ve shown photos of the family to my friends, and invariably they will exclaim, “Wow, you look so much like your mother!!”
Usually I just smile and thank them. It’s too complicated to explain that she’s my stepmother because she is, for all intents and purposes, my mother.
The similarities don’t end with our looks. We’re both intensely interested in music. Mom took singing lessons as a kid, and therefore has a gorgeously strong soprano, while my voice is more suited for choir work. We both love to sing, and we’re each pretty good at it. I was also blessed with a small bit of musical talent, allowing me to express myself through the piano and cello as well. My poor mom couldn’t play an instrument if her life depended on it — but she can sing!!!
We both love to read. Mom’s more interested in mysteries at the moment, while I’m stuck in historical fiction. But we come to common ground over Jane Austen novels, and a lot of the modern books that have been written to extend the world of Ms Austen. There was one book we both read that continued the story of Pride and Prejudice, and we both had to giggle over how much sex was in the book!!! Any time Elizabeth and Mr Darcy got bored, they got the bright idea to head up to their rooms to have sex. It was fun to laugh over that with my mom.
My mom is always encouraging me to go back to school. She got her Master’s in Library Sciences back in the late 70s, and she encourages me to go back to school for the same degree. I would love to do it, and I think my Bachelor’s in Computer Science will really help me, as a lot of libraries use specific software. Plus it would be my dream job to work around books all day. I worked in my college library for my last two years of school, first in the Manuscripts and Rare Books department, where I read old, old family letters and summarized each one to make it easier on researchers, and later in Preservation and Conservation, where I replaced worn spines and endpapers and enacted various measures to prevent breakdown in other books. The only reason I switched departments was because the library was undergoing a major renovation, and Manuscripts and Rare Books had to move off-campus temporarily. They couldn’t take me with them; they lost their budget for assistants. I was only making $5.10 an hour (this job wasn’t to make money; it just helped me with time-management while I was in school); I couldn’t figure out how they couldn’t afford me to work 10 hours a week. But no matter. I did enjoy my Preservation job, just not as much as the one in Manuscripts and Rare Books.
I know things get rocky here and there between my mom and me… Maybe that’s just the nature of mother-daughter relationships. I did have a nice email discussion with her last week, in which I told her how I felt when I was a kid (basically I was the elephant in the room no one wanted to talk about). She didn’t get angry at me either for having said so; maybe she does understand that this is how I feel.
I can see her trying, especially in these later years. I suppose that’s why I can’t stay mad at her for any length of time.