Today is the anniversary of my mother’s birth, the first March 27th I haven’t made a call, or sent a card, or prepared a surprise. Motherless. No matter how complicated or difficult the relationship, the mother-daughter bond is irreplaceable. Irreducible. “We are all just bits of love.” ~~ Marilyn Minor StricklandRead More I Miss My Mother
In 1946 the songwriting team of Charles Tobias and Nat Simon captured the hearts, and ears, of a post-war audience with their tune, The Old Lamp-Lighter. Band leader Sammy Kaye recorded the song, featuring vocals by Billy Williams, and the haunting melody hit the Billboard Best Sellers List by November. The Old Lamp-Lighter stayed on […]Read More Music My Mother Played: The Old Lamp-Lighter
Her palms hovered just inches from her ears, fingers-spread. As if a metronome, my mother’s hands rocked back and forth as she spat, “You are JUST like your father!” I never needed a decoder to understand that this phrase conveyed a mother’s disappointment; her eldest child, and only daughter, carried on the mannerisms and point […]Read More Where is the Story?
Sixty-one years ago, my mother left campus life behind to visit a little town a couple of hours south. In truth it wasn’t the little town she wanted to see, but the family of the man she loved. Marilyn Minor was a junior occupational therapy major at the Richmond Polytechnic Institute that fall of 1952. […]Read More This Day in Family History: September 21, 1952
A doll’s cradle, tucked away, unseen for a generation, has found its way into my home, a piece of my mother’s collection. In photographing this wicker treasure, I discovered a clue as to its origins. Affixed to the bottom of the toy was a piece of masking tape with the words “made by Robert Minor […]Read More Story by Story: A Doll’s Cradle