Wake Up and Write Writer's Retreat Workshop
Just one note before I start - the part of this that is italicized in black is quoted from the autobiography my mother wrote and didn't publish, DON'T TELL MY KIDS. Enjoy, Doc
Mom had a gift for friendship, and it was sometimes cultivated for interesting reasons.
I prefer to refer to myself as being on the clever side or one who was quick to evaluate life and its situations and put them in the proper perspective. Especially when it came to eating. I had that neighborhood pretty well assessed. Friday nights Conways went shopping and always bought a carton of Pepsi and if you hit over there at the right time you were sure to be able to share their good fortune.
Then there was the Schoen family, quite an interesting group. Their oldest daughter worked at Clark's Candy Company and every Saturday at noon she came home with a box of Clark Bars, which I was glad to relieve her of one or more.
Ah, but the Conways had something that the Schoen's didn't by the name of Kitty, and believe me this was no cat. Where Kitty's and my friendship began I'll never know. It seems like it always was and always will be. We were a great team, what I didn't think of she did. Kit had a real talent for making life more exciting.
(excerpt from PLEASE DON'T TELL MY KIDS)
Mom had another friend who literally became a Mother Superior—Jo Jo McMullen. They liked to hang out in the cemetery and smoke on lunch breaks at Mt. Assisi High School. Jo Jo became a nun and ended up teaching in Africa for some years, but eventually came back to her roots, Mt. Assisi, and her pal Smitty.
A strange thing happened on April 18, 1953. It snowed. That’s not rice that you see on the happy couple, that’s snow. In the family lore, Mom had an unusual relationship with snow. Not only did it snow on her wedding day, through the years, Mic was convinced Mom had the power to make it snow, because it invariably snowed on the nights she wanted to use the car when we were in high school. Two days after Mom died, on the morning before everyone was to gather at McCabe’s Funeral Home we woke up to an early snow. It wasn’t even Halloween and we had snow. We were all convinced it was a message, just to remind us that Irish Mother Superiors can do amazing things.
(To be continued...)
Carol (Doc) Dougherty
An avid reader, writer, and student, with a penchant for horse racing, Shakespeare, and the Pittsburgh Steelers.