Listened to an old cassette tape .... My moms (young) voice with cameo appearances by both of my brothers. It's a spoken word letter to her mother in South Dakota and the activities going on in our world in Oregon. She calls her mom, "Darlin." There was a reference to me being a junior in high school so it must have been from the summer of 1973 though I think there may have been bits and pieces recorded over several months. She started out with what sounded to me like an obvious midwest accent or twang in her voice. Several references to things I don't remember or never knew. Other references felt like yesterday. One reference that kinda stung a little to me being lazy at the time. She mentions how she had just attended a play at the local live theater for the first time and how much she enjoyed it. Pentacle Theater .....That became a passion for her for several years afterwards. I don't know if it still exists today. No references to other things that I know were going on at home that might have caused her mom to worry. Funny how so much of what I remember nowdays is missing from this tape. (I don't know how to explain or clarify that last sentence ..... just a feeling.)
And without going into detail, it may help with my understanding of this one recurring dream that I've had over the past ten or fifteen years. A dream that I've occasionally struggled with. With what was bringing on its general theme, tone or feel?
It was nice to hear her voice, young and strong again. Because most of what I remember now several years after her passing, is her voice slowly fading away. And her frequent private apologies for family events that happened thirty or forty years earlier and which would often turn into tears ..... Things that she had no control over at the time. Things that I never blamed her for but was so relieved for her when she finally was released from. I've always wondered if she ever shared those issues with anyone besides those there to witness them?
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