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Mentors

Of course it must start with parents:

Mom, for manners and being proper at all times;

Dad, for letting me know I could be anything I want to be;

My ersatz brother and in-laws for always being there for us;

My blood brother for having his ear to the ground;

Owee, for letting me into other cultures and telling me it’s OK to be anything;

Anna, for instilling belief in myself while hanging on to that taxi medallion;

Mr. B for teaching me math way above my age;

Mrs. Smith for allowing me and S to read two years above grade level;

The Diary of Anne Frank and Death Be Not Proud for helping me to age beyond eight;

My neighbors for putting snakes down our backs as well as cherry bombs, because they did really like us, plus we liked making the zip line and hanging out in the Isetta’s. cool;

Of course AL and J for love, always, plus food;

Ralph, Kevin and Jerry forever;

My violin, guitar and voice and dance teachers all, sorry I failed you Mrs. H.

Colleagues throughout my work life including legislation, lobbying and consulting;

All my coaches;

Shorty, who is gone now but made me believe;

Our dear friend P who took care of our dog for a few months while we were overseas and is an inspired nurse-practitioner who will be a friend for life;

As to cooking, ask Ms. Peggy, as to life ask the people I was introduced to on my 40th birthday culinary extravaganza. The baker sings a cappella. I could tell you the town. but…..,

My sisters. That’s complicated and we’re not in touch but I dream of them all the time, with Mom.

That’s how it goes. Beginning to end. Family. I don’t expect them to be with me. That’s just the way it is. I do love discovering long lost mentors, however. They have shaped my life. Dee

 

 

 

Canadaway Creek

This past year I had a photo framed. I bought it at a fund-raiser for an educational institution. It is by an esteemed writer, editor and photographer who is now gone, dated 1982.

It was of the creek I grew up on, climbed down a cliff to get to, caught crawdads and didn’t even think of cooking them, had black snakes thrown at me by neighbors and cherry bombs tossed in the back of my shirt. We also made hay forts (boys vs. girls), swam, played in the sand and learned a bit about horses.

And I read. At age eight I read Death Be Not Proud by John Gunther and The Diary of Anne Frank. I learned a lot in those years.

My favorite time was going down the 100′ rope my grandfather made, by myself and exploring what I called the “enchanted forest.” There were colored leaves on the ground, it was silent and I could gather my thoughts before being called up to dinner.

Celebrated singer and friend Juni Fisher wrote a song about the Mockingbird call which is what her mother used when she was lost in the woods. My mom’s was a car horn beeped three times but when Juni sang it for Nanny a few years ago there was a resonance of being called home.

I’ve told my husband to scatter my ashes in the enchanted forest. It is where I learned to live so framing this photo and making it a focus in our home is important to me. I took a picture of the framed photo and sent it to her daughter.

I believe that when you do good and others do evil, what comes around goes around. Maybe not in this lifetime. Learn something every day, do good things like adopting from your local animal shelter, and be happy. Dee