|Child's plate, ca. 1840 "Mother And Daughter Dear To Each/With A Love Surpassing Speech" Actually, my mother and I always had a lot to say to each other!|
LILLIAN (LIBBY) B. RUDOLPH (OCTOBER 15, 1920 - FEBRUARY 3, 2015)
Libby in 1943 (this is the photo my father had with him during World War II) and Libby at our Seder in 2014
My mother died last week. As a friend said in an email the night my mother died, "losing a parent, even one who has lived such a long life, is strangely unmooring." My friend wasn't sure "unmooring" was even a word. The word, however, exactly described what I was feeling. I was anchored to my mother for seventy years, and now I felt unmoored. We were very close. Although I always thought that I was no longer her little girl, she would remind me, even recently, that she was my mother!
Who else would care about my hair or clothes? Who would worry that I worked too hard or had too much coffee. Only my mother. I was her child.
I learned everything from her. She taught me to love books, art, music and blue pottery. She modeled how to be a student, a wife, and a mother. She also taught me how to live, and in the last week of her life she showed me how to die. She was truly my role model.
|Child's 7.44 inch plate, ca. 1830 "Who sat & watch'd my infant head/When sleeping on my little bed/And tears of sweet affection shed?/My Mother"|
|Child's plate, ca. 1820 "Who dressed my doll in clothes so gay/And taught me pretty how to play/And minded all I had to say/My Mother" and "When thou art feeble old and grey/My healthy arm shall be thy stay/And I will sooth thy pain away/My Mother"|
|Child's 5.5 inch plate, ca. 1830 "When Age thy Faculties suspend/Who will her kind Assistance lend/And prove a never failing Friend/My Daughter"|
I am so lucky to have had such a long relationship with a loving mother. She was lucky that she never lost her faculties or became too frail. However, she did love to take my arm.
|Libby holding her child (me) in 1944 and her great grandson (Joey) in 2014|