tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post6034580413144831413..comments2024-03-28T16:47:51.948-04:00Comments on Murder is Everywhere: Contemplating Mothers Real and FictionalOvidia Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05749549092493567689noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-67981508539966705252017-05-15T19:24:48.190-04:002017-05-15T19:24:48.190-04:00A very funny book,Jane Austen in Boca, by Paula M...A very funny book,Jane Austen in Boca, by Paula Marantz Cohen, has a book discussion at a retirement community in Florida. The elderly women come down strongly - and hilariously- for Mrs. Bennet! Need I say, the professor leading the event is quite surprised. It is an interesting alternative point of view. :-)Trisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08058396345946250313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-32265488420949997002017-05-15T14:48:29.687-04:002017-05-15T14:48:29.687-04:00My brother, you and your mother, I think, we'...My brother, you and your mother, I think, we're both very fortunate in each other. I know you don't have a sister (except for me :), but it seems that parents of the same sex have more difficulties between them then parents of the opposite sex. We won't get into a discussion of Oedipal longing here. I just congratulate you for having had the mother you had. I am sure that contributed a great deal to the man you have become. Annamaria Alfierihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12311596277267789834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-83999100993949837792017-05-15T13:08:02.963-04:002017-05-15T13:08:02.963-04:00We're siblings of a different mother, Sis, so ...We're siblings of a different mother, Sis, so I thought you might like to see what I wrote to friends on the passing of my mother just over twenty years ago:<br /><br />My mother never knew how to be anything but nice to everyone she ever met. She never thought it was anything special to be that way, she figured it was just part of who she was much like flames at night along the river just seemed to be part of the mill town skies of the Pittsburgh of her youth. But she was special, extraordinarily special.<br /><br />Mother wasn't much on words (except when delivered to one or more of her sons on certain deserved occasions at equally appropriate decibel levels), but boy was she ever big on deeds. Mother was always there with an embracing heart, steel will and much more for anyone who ever needed her; and heaven protect you if you said one unkind word about any soul in her protection.<br /><br />Mother's last years were not kind to her. Those of us who knew her and loved her didn't really question God's hand in this, because she would not have wanted us to. Rather, we prayed she would not be in pain, and in our separate ways thought we were preparing ourselves to accept her passing. But that was something we could never do; no more than we could prepare ourselves for the ending of warmth. As long as there remained one sweet ember of her life we felt the warmth of her soul still with us. Now gone, I can no longer feel, only remember. That makes me very sad and I miss her very much.<br /><br />But life goes on, and armed with the knowledge that no one could ever have had a better mother I'll just try to do what is necessary to make her proud. After all, when I get to see her and my dad again (assuming they'll be able to convince whoever is in charge to let me in), I want her to know that I tried my best to live my life following her teaching that unquestioning loyalty among family and friends is a treasure beyond value. That's why this thank you is for more than just your kindness in mother's memory, it's for your friendship and love. Thanks.<br />Jeffrey Sigerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00718317707555064653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-11988009806318578082017-05-15T12:40:45.698-04:002017-05-15T12:40:45.698-04:00EvKa, I miss mine too. As I said above, she left ...EvKa, I miss mine too. As I said above, she left too soon--way before I gained the wisdom to understand her as well as I do now. But before she passed, our love for one another outstripped all the other issues and, we had been at peace with each other for some years. I am incredibly grateful for that. Annamaria Alfierihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12311596277267789834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-24422773436684353482017-05-15T12:27:58.037-04:002017-05-15T12:27:58.037-04:00Thank you Kathy, My mother and grandmother both li...Thank you Kathy, My mother and grandmother both lived difficult lives with quite a bit of grace. My mother left love in hearts of her children despite her difficulties. A lot of their problems stemmed from the difficulties immigrants have in adjusting to their new environment. Something the current troubled thinking about immigrants fails to take into account. Annamaria Alfierihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12311596277267789834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-6931968035688167432017-05-15T12:14:11.877-04:002017-05-15T12:14:11.877-04:00Mothers: can't live with them, wouldn't be...Mothers: can't live with them, wouldn't be alive without them. I miss mine. As it should be.Everett Kaserhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12371555243187874414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990338437877873686.post-40422007826467050512017-05-15T02:27:11.685-04:002017-05-15T02:27:11.685-04:00Happy Mother's Day! Thanks for this interesti...Happy Mother's Day! Thanks for this interesting post. I'm not a Jane Austen reader so I don't know much about these mothers, although I've seen plenty of movies based on her books.<br /><br />Yes, mothers and daughters' relationships are complicated in so many ways. It's true.<br /><br />However, it's wonderful that you chose the beautiful names of your mother and grandmother.<br /><br />If I combined my grandmother's first name on the Eastern European/Jewish side of the family and my great-grandmother's last name on the Irish side, my pen name would be Sophia Ryan.<br />But I don't write fiction and don't need to do that. (And my Irish great-grandmother's first name was Sabina.)<br /><br />I'm sure there are incredible stories to go with the names. Certainly the photographs are impressive.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com