Archive for May, 2009

I wanted one, and sure enough, I found one:

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I found a doodle the other day, on a piece of scrap paper, tucked inside my mother’s old address book, where she kept the names and addresses of friends and relatives for her Christmas Card list, birthdays and anniversaries.

My mom loved to doodle; her grandfather had taught her how to draw human faces and figures when she was very young. Every day when her work was all done, when the house was filled with the sweet aroma of fresh baked bread and pies, she would sit down and draw, and when we went to Santa Fe Springs on payday, she would wait in the car with her muse, while we ran off with dad for ice cream cones at the Rexall Drugstore, or pineapple sundaes at the Market Basket. When we came back the pages of her writing tablet would be filled with ink drawings of men and women, and boys and girls of all different shapes and sizes.

I often wondered who all the people were that populated her thoughts, and where if anywhere, she went in her mind during those rare sessions of sweet silence.

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