Anne Tolbert Woodbury Genealogy and Observations

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

I have walked a mile in my mother's shoes

I inherited my mother's shoes and I have walked many miles in them. I hoped to figure her out but this is all I know:

that I loved her and she loved me and that is enough. Love endures, Love is immortal: I always have it with me just when I need it.

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My mother once said to me, as I was leaving home for somewhere, "Don't forget who you are".

That means what it means, but I took it as this: Never to forget where I came from, who I came from or where they had been. Thinking like that has given me a sense over time of a certain facet of who I am. It has augmented my understanding of time and place and their relationship to my brief standing in the universe: What passes on past me and on through my children. Of course, you find other people's moments and you fill in the blanks around them and create a mythology of them, unless you were there it can't be otherwise. Names and dates are signposts in a strange land.

What endures is DNA: eye color, a certain expression on your face, your hands, the shape of your body.

I share the same DNA as my sister and my nieces and their daughters, as my mother and grandmother, great grandmother and on back. We all do. I am setting out here to give immortality to my DNA or at least what mythology I can make of it.

Anne Tolbert Woodbury Genealogy and Observations

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

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