Aug 29th, 2009 4:20:49 pm - Subscribe
|To this day I remember my mum''s letters. It all
started in December 1941. Every night she sat at the
big table in the kitchen and wrote to my brother
Johnny, who had been drafted that summer. We had
not heard from him since the Japanese attacked
Pearl Harbor. runescape gold
I didn''t understand why my mum kept writing
Johnny when he never wrote back
"Wait and see-we''ll get a letter from him one day,"
she claimed. Mum said that there was a direct link
from the brain to the written word that was just as
strong as the light God has granted us. She trusted
that this light would find Johnny.
I don''t know if she said that to calm herself, dad or
all of us down. But I do know that it helped us stick
together, and one day a letter really did arrive.
Johnny was alive on an island in the Pacific.
I had always been amused by the fact that mum
signed her letters, "Cecilia Capuzzi", and I teased her
about that. "Why don''t you just write ''Mum''?" I said
I hadn''t been aware that she always thought of
herself as Cecilia Capuzzi. Not as Mum. I began
seeing her in a new light, this small delicate woman,
who even in high-heeled shoes was barely one and a
half meters tall.
She never wore make-up or jewelry except for a
wedding ring of gold. Her hair was fine, sleek and
black and always put up in a knot in the neck. She
wouldn''t hear of getting a haircut or a perm. Her
small silver-rimmed pince-nez only left her nose
when she went to bed.
Whenever mum had finished a letter, she gave it to
dad for him to post it. Then she put the water on to
boil, and we sat down at the table and talked about
the good old days when our Italian-American family
had been a family of ten: mum, dad and eight
children. Five boys and three girls. It is hard to
understand that they had all moved away from
home to work, enroll in the army, or get married.
All except me.
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