A Tale of Two Marys
By ice rivers
I chose my Christmas gift 25 years before I was born. I chose wisely. On that day, Mary Keenan, who had just arrived bag and baggage in Rochester, New York from County Cork Ireland, gave birth to her first child...and named her Mary. I sent that child the twinkle in her Irish eyes.
Young Mary went on to celebrate another 91 Christmas birthdays. I was around for 67 of them as she was glad to see my father and her husband who saw my twinkle when he returned from the Phillipines at the end of WW2 which made me part of a significant demographic excess known as the Baby Boom. When my father was in the Phillipines and during his entire time in the service, my mother wrote him a letter every day.
I am an early Boomer and a late bloomer.
When she was child, she raised her brother and two sisters as her father died suddenly when she was in high school. She lived to be near the bedside of all of 'em when they passed. Same with my father, she comforted him till he died in her arms.
I was the oldest of her three children.
She loved me and supported us, every day of our lives.
I never bothered to ask her to thank me for choosing her above millions of candidates to be my mother while I was in my first infinity before my vacation before my next and final infinity.
And I know I'll see her again.
The stars twinkle
Mary's grandaughter is our youngest child.
Of course we named her Mary.
Yes, Mary Dear.
There is a theory which states that if ever anybody discovers exactly what the universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.
Yes, there's ANOTHER theory that this has already happened.
I have a theory that it happens over 300 millions times every day in the United States alone.
The initial discovery is called death and the something even more bizarre and wonderful is called birth. The vacation in between is called life or some say "lipstick land."
All of us on earth at this moment share a common state of inexplicability which we project as the "universe" or "reality". We create this reality as we go along living our lives in a state of mass hypnosis, love and wonder. Eventually we straighten things out, kick the bucket and re-awaken with only a vague memory of what we knew before.
This vague memory is called our subconscious.
With each awakening we discover a brand new universal puzzle to contemplate along with a brand new set of people also contemplating the same puzzle with slightly different kaleidoscopes. The most immediate, influential people we call our parents.
And you, dear Mary, call me Dad.
The tools that worked best the last time, even though we don't remember them, are called aptitudes.
When we discover them, we use them to explain the universe to ourselves and others particularly our children.
I get the feeling I've written this before.
I get the feeling this is what all writers are writing about all the time.
All singers singing about all the time etc.
I get the feeling you've read this before, Mary.
Of course it's all just a theory.
I am still alive, honey.
Aren't I ?