just another ex-jazz-musician/proto-rapper/Jersey-Irish-poet-actor/print-junkie/film-raptor/beat-hipster-"white Negro"-rhapsodizer/ex-hippie-punk-'60s-radical-organizer's take on all things cultural, political, spiritual & aggrandizing
Sunday, March 8, 2020
MY MATERNAL LINE
My mother and her mother and her mother, I would guess from the styles (including my mother's bobbed hair) around the time that women in the USA got the vote (1920 when my mother was fifteen). My mother was the class of our family having graduated from high school (compared to my father's never finishing seventh grade) and having Irish ancestors who came over (to Newark where she grew up) before The Civil War (as opposed to my father's parents who were both from Ireland) and fought in it for the North (she became the youngest president of the New Jersey chapter of the Daughters of The Grand Army of The Republic, as it was called). My mother passed in 1966, on Mother's Day as I remember it. I think of her every day.