Little Kindesses and Long Memories

My aunt collects “life stories.” She used to work for the Daughters of the American Revolution Library—the one on the Mall in Washington D.C. The stories were too short or not considered important enough to catalog except in her closet. She has hundreds of them that average five or six pages.

What does a person put down in 5-6 pages to represent a lifetime of living?

The pages dwell disproportionately on little kindnesses.

One woman was burned badly when she was eight years old. When she’s eighty, she describes the accident in eight words, “I tipped the tub of boiling water over.” That is followed by paragraph after paragraph about the people who helped during that “hard time.” She remembers the neighbor ladies who “turned her on her sheets.” She names those who were gentle. Dismisses the others as “not so kindly.” She goes on to describe the willow whistles that the local boys made for her that spring, so that she could “entertain herself during the long hours when she had to be still.” By contrast, her marriage gets three sentences, the birth of her children not much more attention.

         Abandoned at a train station one night, a woman and her daughters didn’t know what to do. “Mother saw a light,” one of the daughters wrote sixty years later. “We knocked at the door. Mrs. Jorgensen, a total stranger, was up doing her wash. That’s what she did to keep herself, and sometimes she had to work all night to keep up with it, but she stopped long enough to make beds for all of us. They were good beds, too.”

         One man had to leave home at a very young age because of the cruelty of his stepfather. He wrote: “My mother told me I had better leave because when Andrew (the stepfather) got mad he made no sense. I decided to have my picture taken before I left home, so I borrowed some clothes, which were about four sizes too large for me. It was a funny picture.”

         He was twelve years old at the time.

That’s all he says about the huge unfairness of having to leave home so young and so ill prepared for life. He then goes on to talk about the family he went to work for and how they came to treat him “almost like a brother.” Years later, when the wife of that adopted family was dying, he writes, “they called me home just as they did their other children.” He almost can’t comprehend that kindness—this from a man who had come to own one of the biggest livestock businesses in Idaho.  

He repeats himself, “I was treated like a son and brother . . ..”

Little things matter more than most or us realize.

A friend’s mother-in-law, known to everyone as “Mother Butcher,” had only one deathbed request. She wanted the family to continue to place a wreath of birthday flowers around the dinner plate of the person being honored. It was a tradition brought over from “the old country” and such a little thing, she was afraid they’d forget.

sevenfingersThere is a meme going round. If you’re tagged, you are supposed to list seven things about yourself.

I choose to list seven kindnesses, I’ll never forget:

1.    A sister who came and stayed a whole week with our dogs while we went to a funeral.

2.    The friend who shared her cottage so we had a place to stay between moves.

3.    Another sister who gave me her award-winning carving. I still don’t know why.

4.    The sales clerk at the hospital flower shop who asked if I had a “frequent buyer” card. I didn’t. She told me I was “lucky.” Put my husband’s surgery that day into a whole better perspective.

5.    The friend who treated me to a hair and make-up makeover because I was past being mom-of-toddlers and didn’t know it.

6.    The grandfather who bought me a typewriter because he believed in having the tools of one’s trade.

7.    The husband who bought me a computer for the same reason when computers were priced the same as cars.

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7 responses to “Little Kindesses and Long Memories

  1. mandy07

    What’s your aunt going to do with the stories – they’re delightful. I found myself picturing these people as they might have been dressed years ago. What a treasure!

  2. I have copies of the best. You really have to read a lot of pages to get good stuff, but it’s there. More of them will no doubt appear here, from time to time. Thanks for asking

  3. I once heard loss and grief described as shards of glass in our hearts–like schrapnel, they just keep working their way to the surface, changing position, surprising us when they reassert themselves. With luck, maybe kindnesses blunt those shards, make them easier to live with. I hope I’ll always be a person who remembers those first–

  4. Jerrie,

    I love this reminder to focus on the kindness of others in our lives. Especially at this time, when it can be easy to develop a bunker mentality, it is good to be reminded that crawling out of the bunker and doing something for someone else–if enough of us do it–might just save the economy, the world . . . and our own hearts.

    Melanie

  5. Little kindnesses… this reminds me of the Global Culture of Women in Boulder who collect stories of women in communities, all over the world. Each of these stories is important, in so many small, exquisitely significant ways.

  6. How heartwarming and poignant those stories of long ago. I loved them all. “They called me back the same as the other children.” That brought mist to my eyes. There are and always have been some truly wonderful people in this world.
    P.S. I love your site!

  7. Little baby sis

    Wow I make #3 on the list?It was just be cuz!or you could say the sister thing! 😀

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