Under her pillow she keeps rosary beads and a life
guard’s tank top. In the darkness before
drifting off I can sometimes hear the
clicking of the beads. Her prayers
include petitions for her children and grandchildren. Not because they're wayward lambs. She simply asks for God to guide and protect them. For her, channeling God's love to her children and grandchildren is the best way that she can care for them. The tank top is her daughter’s.
It found its way under the pillow when our daughter left home for
college in San Diego. Jessica long ago
graduated and is now living a short 15 minute drive away with two children of
her own, but the shirt remains. I
suppose it’s her way of staying close to her daughter and a reminder of the
days when Jessica lived here and filled the home with the ever alternating joys
and maddening drama of a teenaged girl.
Baby Boomer: A person born during a baby boom, especially one born in the U.S. between 1946 and 1965. I am a boomer; son of a U.S. soldier and his Italian war bride, back from Europe to make their lives in California. I’ve seen generations of change in culture, society, technology and politics; some good some not. I've witnessed wars both cold and hot. This is my America. A collection of stories, events, nostalgia and commentary, sometimes wry, through the eye of an American Boomer.
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Saturday, May 11, 2013
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