Friday, June 09, 2006


On June 9, 1918 my mother was born. Within 6 weeks both of her parents and two of her brothers had died in the 1918 flu epidemic. She passed away 11 years ago. I loved her a lot, and she loved me right back. I'm not going to go into some in-depth tribute to her. I tend to write a fair amount of maternal memories here anyway. I just couldn't let the date go without remembering. So here is a wave of the hand and a beat of the heart to Frances Diane Przekop Definski. She taught me to love adventure and beauty. I loved her well -- still do.


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