I have never "reblogged" one of my own posts before, but here I am, on the eve of Mother's Day, thinking I should write something about my mother, and I just ran across this post I wrote back in 2012. My mother is long dead; the women I write about here were still around at … Continue reading The Sisters’ Story
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The Sisters’ Story
Enter a room with four elderly women--all in their nineties--in various stages of infirmity and alertness. They are sisters, and all of them grew up with my mother in a small town in north Mississippi. This means they were all born within a few years of 1920. They were girls during the Great Depression, young … Continue reading The Sisters’ Story
Age Fifteen: “Where the Boys Are . . .”
After the so-called senior recital—which should have marked an end point, should it not?—the piano saga continued. I played in a piano competition in Memphis the fall I turned fifteen. I was the youngest competitor, which should have told me something. Also, I'd refused to practice as I should. I went blank in the performance, … Continue reading Age Fifteen: “Where the Boys Are . . .”
Gerry Wilson 