This is the piece from Mom’s journal that so undid me last week. I think she asks — and answers — a question we each have asked about ourselves at least once as we grew.
June 29, ’99 2 PM
Today I feel profound. I’m not sure what I feel profound about, but something.
The sun is out, but not for long, and I’ve been turning the water on & off for Don to spray the fruit trees. It’s a bit windy.
My feet are bare and I’m standing in a small patch of soft dirt that feels so warm and good. I’m watching a “snake” lizard sunning himself on a large piece of firewood and thinking.
I’m thinking about that little girl I was so long ago with the loose black hair flying in the wind and running barefoot in the hot dirt.
She had a quick laugh & a too loud voice. But outside in the Summertime running barefoot, it seems to me now she felt wild & free & very happy.
Is she still here someplace deep inside? Of course she is. Why would I ever let her go?
Mom, Aunt Betty, and their dolls.
Photo Fun With Fawn 
This is so special. Thank you for this Fawn.
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I’m glad you like it, Melody. I really wish Mom could have lived long enough to blog; she would have loved it! – Fawn
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What fun it was to play in the summer time when we were young.
Leslie
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Our mom was the one that all the neighbor kids wanted to play with! Summer was a special time, for sure. – Fawn
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Wow. I’d give anything to have little pieces of my Mom like this. Truly special. Thanks for sharing.
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Beautiful. How Cool to have those writings from your mom.
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Beautiful. How Cool to have those writings from your mom.
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Awwwww!!! Love it!!! 🙂
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We really are lucky — Mom was always writing things on scraps of paper or backs of envelopes, and finding them is an ongoing treasure hunt. I am glad you are all enjoying them (there will be more!). – Fawn
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Lovely post and picture!
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Thank you, Marcia. – Fawn
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