Wednesday, September 21, 2011
I remember being upset about the $5 I lost in the purse, but also because I was terrified that my sister would be upset and disappointed with me. In the end, I don't think she was all that upset, I had over-reacted (remember, I was six!).
Some months ago, I found this journal. It's been at the bottom of a box that I've carted from various locations. My mother had diligently kept a journal for me (and my siblings, I think) from the time we were babies. Journal writing is a big part of mormon culture, it's important to share your life with your descendants.
I opened up the journal to an entry when I would have been the same age as my kids are now. My Mom mentioned that I had received a purse from my sister for Christmas, and also duly noted that I had attended the ballet with my brownie troop.
The lost purse was notably absent.
My Mom would have written every month, or after a significant event. She wrote in the first person, as if I were writing my thoughts. But obviously part of my thoughts were censored, the purse incident was simply too upsetting or negative to be included.
At this point, I sit in awe, that with four kids, she had the time to write. She would have been in her late twenties, younger than I am now.
As hard as her life was, I can appreciate that she did try to show me what love she was able to.
It was nice to be vindicated (I must not have ms-remembered the purse), but also to note the very real occurrence of "only the good news" alive and well in my family from that era.