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Remembering the Mama #1


A guy was yelling angrily in the parking lot at someone we couldn't see. We parked next to the building, a good distance away. Yet, we heard him yelling. So I changed my mind about waiting in the car while the Husband fetched his prescription from the pharmacy.

"Good idea," said the Husband.

"We're starting to be like Mama," I said. "She was scared to sit alone in the parking lot."

"Remember that time I sat in the car with her."

I can't remember where or why we stopped, only that it was towards the end of shopping in another town with the Mama who was too tired to get out of the car one more time. When the Husband offered to sit in the car with her, she gave no protest. Settled. Both looked quite content waiting in the car.

What a guy, I married. Lucky me. Lucky Mama.


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  1. I wouldn't want to wait in a car at this time of year. Too hot. But sometimes it is too much trouble to get out, especially for a short errand.

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    1. As long as I'm in shade and I have something to read, I'm happy to sit in the car. Goes back to my child days.

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  2. I don't bother to wait in a car, if it's too hot I open the door and let my legs hanging out, or I leave the engine on with the airco !

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    1. When the temps are too high, I don't even want to think about getting into a car. :-)

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  3. That's a sweet memory and a pretty rose. I like that filter. Coincidentally, "I Remember Mama" was the first monologue I did.

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    1. Thanks, Jeanna. I remember "I Remember Mama", the book and the movie. that would be a good monologue to perform. You have me curious, Jeanna.

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    2. I think it ended with, "First and foremost, I remember mama." My memory was much better back then and It might have been a two person scene.
      I was 13 or 14 I think and some acting teacher probably chose it for me.
      My go to monologue in college was from Tennessee Wms Small Craft Warning where I talked about how I liked living in a trailer because I could just pick up and move along with my house on wheels.. Coincidentally my favorite life quote was from my friend Willy who said, "You can live in your car, but you can't drive your apartment."

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    3. "Trailer for sale or rent...." That's all I remember. After the First Husband died, I thought about becoming a nomad. When I look back, I don't regret staying put but I do wonder if I have it in me to be spontaneous again. Que sera, sera.

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  4. The cruel truth of the society we live in these days, (and days gone by) is that a woman alone is a target, and a man's voice raised in anger is a (despicable and ugly, but none-the-less valid) reason for a woman not to be alone anywhere near the sight, or sound, in this case. of an angry man. :(

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    1. Thanks for saying that Widders. That was my reasoning as we parked. Living in a small rural city, I've forgotten these kinds of situations so am surprised when it happens here. I used to be braver about such scenes. So I say. Maybe the better way of putting it is I've become wiser.

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Thanks for the good cheer. :-)

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