My mother and I = a long connection

In September 1946, as she begins her grade 9
My mother and I have this interesting relationship. I consider she did her best for her children in the conditions she was in. The link I have been entertaining with my mom thoughout the years has to do with curiosity.
In our little town of not much happening, she had already read Victor Hugo and Georges Sand well before I was even born. She grew up in the city we have to say.
It is through her that during my childhood books were existing and have taken such an importance in my own adventure. There was and there still is a kind of electricity between the two of us.
She was stimulating inasmuch as she always proved interested by what I was thinking and doing: she was asking questions, which is enough to me. And we exchange constantly.
My father was newspapers and politics, my mother plasters and domestics. My father had a christic view, my mother a mystic one. There was spirituality in the air but in a rather subdued and sombre fashion.
My perigrination will bring me back to her on the short term, a few months at the most. I have to take care of her and maintain her in her home. It will be an occasion to give back what she generously contributed to.

At Chambord, Lac St-Jean, Quebec, summer 1962
Photoframe from an 8 mm movie
2 Comments:
Do you think you'll read aloud to her during your stay?
I inherited my love for reading from my mother as well. Most of my youth was spent sitting around in the living room with my mother, each of us with our noses in our own books.
Thanks again for the funny pictures... they made my day. :-)
I already did. Over the phone.
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