So, it's become really obvious as to why this letter suddenly appeared, even if it remains a complete mystery as to where it came from or how it
appeared. In recent years, I've been angry at my mom (deceased since 1973) for her lack of aggressive support in defense of my own unrecognized
intellectual potential, and the profound impact that lack of support had on my life. Yeah, it's pathetic to blame your parents for anything, and I
readily admit to having leaned on that candy-ass blame-crutch in recent years. So, don't bother with the flame posts to that fact. This post is about
her and the heroic sh*t she actually did on behalf of my 3 brothers and myself.
She typed this letter - as far as I can tell - in 1960, or so. Feb is the date she typed on the letter, but no year. Still the radio station job - her
very first job ever - was in that time period, and before we moved from Little Falls NY to Herkimer NY. In it, she's 29 yrs old (I'm figuring) and
saddled with 4 little boys that litter out with no more than 1.5 years between each other - completely and forever dumped by her husband, who moved
3,000 miles to the other coast and never (ever) looked back to see if she and his own 4 sons survived his departure.
This apport - if that's what it is - is clearly her "side of the story", and I'm publicly acknowledging my lack of fairness in how I've treated her
memory in my own recent struggles with the relative fairness of life in how my own life has turned out. And I'm apologizing to her with this post for
the way I've presented her seeming lack of concern over my own struggles as (what the clinicians now days call) a gifted child, who (for his entire
childhood and teen years) remained virtually uncommunicative with a profound stutter (which magically lifted when I closed in on the final years of my
Here's the apport letter (two photos), and a photo of her that was taken within 7 years of her having written it. By the time the portrait photo was
taken, she was a Senior Clerk with the NY State Dept of Transportation, and was the highest salaried professional woman in our village of Herkimer.
When she died, there were hundreds of mourners that none of us boys had ever seen before, and her funeral procession received a full police escort
with all the trimmings - free of charge.
Here's to her. She was an impressive and independent woman, she never remarried, and she built a future for her boys without the help of anyone during
a time when Woman's Liberation was seen by the media and the public at large as nothing more than burning your bra, hating men, and refusing to shave
You'll note that at the end of her letter, she included a few of the little local news items that she had typed up for the on-air newscasters, which
was her job with that radio station (it was WLFX or WLFS - but doesn't exist anymore). I guess she thought they were cute and wanted to share them
with her sisters in Albany NY, who - as far as I can tell - were the recipients of this letter and its copies. Clearly, the names were changed here to
protect the innocent. Unless the names actually were John Doe and Mary Smith, which I sorta doubt.
So, the mystery of where it came from and how it got here remains, but the why of the apport - again, IF this is an actual apport - has to be her
desire to make her case to me that she did the best she could with what she was handed. And I agree. She did.
edit on 12/29/2012 by NorEaster because: (no reason given)