Future Research Projects

In the process of beginning this memoir project while cleaning out my deceased mother's belongings, I collected many items that will add pieces to Millie's puzzle.  I comment on those here to help students think about original research materials that are lying around their houses.

Logs

Over the years, Mom kept daily logs that were brief jottings of the day's events, the weather, and any important business transactions.  To date, I have located 18, with a couple containing entries for two years.  I had intended to work with Mom on the meaning of some of these notes, but now I will use the letters and the other ephemera listed here to make meaning of things I have forgotten.

 

Pictures

For Mom's funeral, I collected family pictures.  In the process, I realized that many of these stimulate my memories or, at least, prompt questions and speculation.  As a side project, as I work with the various images, I will return ones to relatives pictured in them.  With so many families dividing and re-melding--my own included--collections such as these can make a real difference for the second and third generations.

Of special value is the scrapbook that Mom and I worked together to create for a Jones family reunion (her maiden name of Mildred Lenor Jones) in West Virginia.  She and her cousin in Florida were the only two who couldn't attend, so we decided to at least send her in pictures.  Many of the captions are in her own words.  After the reunion, the family returned the scrapbook to us.

Correspondence to Mom

While going through some of Mom's things, I found postcards and a letter her mother sent her. Memorabilia from her mother is rare, so I will use these, I'm sure. I also found her mother's obituary as well as her father's, along with a picture of the VA hospital, where he died.  These items have already jogged my memory and the newspaper has placed dates to them.

 

Correspondence from Mom

In the right corner of this picture is a note from Franchelle Cliff, a family friend who had correspondence with Mom for years.  For some wonderful reason, Franchelle had saved Mom's letters over the past 30 years, including from recent years when she had to dictate them to a helper.  Even a cursory glance demonstrates that she had beautiful penmanship and was a fluent writer, even though her education stopped at eighth grade.  I have looked at a few of these letters, but have had to put them away because she wrote so very much like she talked.  At a later point, they will be invaluable, especially to help give meaning to the logs.

Christmas Letters

Mom loved to correspond with people, especially over the holidays.  She regarded that as a sort of obligation, and she took responsibility not only for her own Christmas correspondence but for labeling my letters as well.  When her eyesight failed, I suggested that we resort to Christmas letters.  Though I had always hated to receive these "brag sheets," I now saw them as an opportunity.  Mom could fold them, and her helpers could affix the computer-generated mailing labels to envelopes.  She participated in the drafting, including in last year's, which arrived at homes with an upbeat prognosis the day she had her stroke.  The dates on these and the quick overview of the years will be very helpful to work with. (I will continue the tradition, and include her friends on my list because they have been so supportive this last year.)

Family Memories

My cousin, Terry, shown here at the dinner after my mom's funeral, is one family member that I want to interview at length.  As I realized at the dinner the night before the funeral when he moved into his Irish storyteller mode, he has memories of Mom that precede mine by almost a decade.  He and his sister (now deceased) spent weeks on end with my dad and mom in the years before I was born. 

 

Sympathy Notes

My family received many lovely sympathy cards, often accompanied by notes, as well as phone calls and over 30 emails to an account I dedicated to that purpose.  Many of the messages included favorite memories of Mom.  In fact, one by a former housecleaner was so well-stated that the priest included it in his homily.  Here, is a unique way, I think to learn how others regarded her.

 

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