Letter writing is becoming
a lost art..
I have letters my mother saved
from when she was a young woman…
even a post card,
from an unknown to me,
Letters of condolence when
my younger sister died
when I was just three
making her month long
life real to me
It’s a treasure
to find long forgotten letters,
the cursive writing of my father
and other family members;
seeing my own printing
when first learning in
and those of my children,
that the computer,
have taken over.
I’ve heard that some schools
even eliminated cursive classes
because it is now not needed…
It took me a while to form a definitive answer to this…
As a teenager, I would have been mortified and left home…I would not have been welcome
due to disgracing the family…that was plainly spoken as a given and a terrifying thought.
I would look at other families, that got over the shock, made some plans together, but the girl
that was pregnant was still loved and accepted as a member of the family.
When I was in nursing school, there was a lady patient in the psych hospital that totally lost all reality when she became pregnant and had an abortion…it was so sad. She could not accept the pregnancy happened, nor that she had an abortion. That memory of caring for her has stayed with me all these years.
When I was of child bearing age, I new that I would not have an abortion…I felt that I never could get over it if I did. But my thoughts were still base on feelings, not facts as I understood them.
As the years went on, first I decided that there were not illegitimate children, if anyone would be illegitimate, it would be the parents. The stigma of being called illegitimate seemed wrong and hateful and harming to a child, who wouldn’t understand what the meaning was of the word, just that it reflected bad on them, even tho all they did was be born.
There came a time, when I believed that medically and spiritually, when a child is conceived it is a living spirit. And as years go on, earlier and earlier the new monitors show heart beats, body language, and signs that this is a living spirit…even if it is not viable outside the mother’s body.
Therefore, I believe that if I were of child bearing age, I would at the least carry the baby to term. The later decision that is more heart wrenching is whether to give the baby to another woman who has the means to care for it financially…or struggle to keep the baby and raise it myself.
The best thing I have going for me is old age and experience.
My life experience has helped me form my views and opinons with fact and not guessing. This 30 days has revealed a couple of things that I need to be able to express more fully in words and not just be in my mind.
I learned that it is an easier to life a life that is based on my values and not what someone else tells me they should be. There will always be ethical questions to ponder and work thru, but the best thing going for me is that I have a basis in Theological Reflection, learned in an EFM (Education for Ministry) course to help me determine my values and to live by them.
Portrait group/summer group/good model
Exhibit paintings/hospital up/library down
six green beans/tasty/tomatoes starting
Old time summer/sunny warm joyful
Writers lunch/Chester Pike’s/good food
good company/good conversation/miss others
local celebs/local folks/summer folks
Jane/wasps/needed help/G. “volunteered”
G. willing/I bought lunch/solution
weather cooler/80’s/nighttime comfy/restful
Six Word Journal
summer bliss/friends/food/weather perfect