I lost my mom three years ago this week and in the interim her older brother also passed away. When he died I came into possession of his papers and photographs. Among them I found this 1957 article about my mom in the monthly internal magazine produced by her employer, Reynolds Metals. It’s impossible, of course, that such a thing could be published–or even thought of–today but I openly admit that I enjoyed it. I laughed deeply at the ending, which depicts her as sort of a proto-cat blogger, and it crossed my mind that if you wanted to understand me better this would be a pretty good place to start:
I can make out at least two pictures of that dumb cat, which I remember quite well, on her desk and I’ll bet there are a hundred in the boxes I got when she died. It’s name was Sam.