She was never silent when I knew her
She made silent bike rides to the Iconic Catholic Church on Bourke Road with the gold statue of Mary, I can’t recall its name, Mariology is such a vast topic…And interesting enough her name, on her birth certificate, is, Marie, and I think that has some linguistic connections to Mary et alii..
Dead within 6 months of a diagnosis of Lung Cancer at 66 years of age, an ex smoker…her surgeon, who she herself was a smoker, opened her up, told her you have 6 months to live…like many medical people, her attention to detail was spot on almost to the very day. Left school at 12/13/14 as so many rural wimmin were. She worked as a book binder for the high profile printers in Maitland, Dymocks, or Dimmocks , I can never get it correct. Sydney people of whom I speak I am sure. In retrospect, uncanny, that my mother, who could not read competently , spent her first working hours caring for the printed word…that is something that I am especially fond of in looking back.
A mother at 22, and again at 32…quite a post natal distance…it was complicated though my father said it was a matter of Alcohol….so twice, but I did never say so to his face. They did the best efforts they could, a salesman and a home maker in the 1950’s in Melbourne.
I have noted in rereading this entry, there is a plethora of digits….how moderno I am I in this digitalised world of 2018.
Writing such as these are always an expression, for me, of love, of gratitude, of humour , of many things along the continuum of 73 years of breathing, sometimes easy, others not as quite. Both she, Marie, and he, Robert, Bob, taught me from an early age about respect, regardless of age, ethnicity etc. That is legacy I hold dear to this day. I spent the first 20 plus years of my life in a rather beige closet, some occasional color fortunately. Their reaction at the ‘Announcement’ was worthy of a Golden Globe….that is a further story well worth telling.
So the German Wine has eased the typing of this brief tribute, son’s and mothers…..It was going on lifetimes ago
Oedipus Ring Ya Motha