![]() ![]() If anything, she was a “city girl.” But I knew what Dawn meant. ![]() M ANY YEARS AFTER MY discovery of the wedding picture, when my sister and I were well into middle age and trying to come up with ideas for Mom’s eulogy, she got on my nerves when she kept referring to Mom as a “farm girl.” Mom had left the farm when she was two years old, for crying out loud, and had lived in big cities for the rest of her life. The white wedding dress - October 27, 1942 And in the process, not only did I learn the true story of my mother, but I also discovered the story of myself. It would take me decades to uncover these secrets, using letters, an Army personnel file, interviews with family members, and, of course, the many stories, vignettes, and insights that Mom relayed to me over the years. It’s also the story of secrets, lies, a love that never died, and a woman’s long journey to self-discovery and fulfillment. This is the story of what my mother was like before she had me. ![]()
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