Isabel did a family history project for her class. She was instructed to choose a person who has contributed to their family history. She chose my mom. Isabel wrote up a long list of questions and sent them off in an e-mail to her two uncles. Then she called her aunt and grandpa who gave her their perspectives. It started an ongoing discussion about who exactly her grandmother was, which stirred up so many emotions for me. At one point we pored over family photos for two hours.
It always amazes me how memories can come flooding back with just one look. I never think about the things I instantly recalled but they were there, part of my mind, deeply embedded. That striped sweater my mom used to wear! That dress I looooved as a kid. That train that putted around playing the different mini plastic records. The yard, the flowers (oh how the hollyhocks look exactly like the one on my arm!), the many animals, just every little detail. I came away from those photos with my memories refreshed and I felt very reassured.
I've told Isabel that my childhood was picture perfect and it was, it really was. It was so fun and happy and full of love and joy and not a care in the world save for the fights with my siblings or something trivial like that. My mom gave us everything she didn't have as a child growing up hard on a mid-western dairy farm. She survived neglect and abuse and came away from it still full of love with an abundance of joy to have what she always wanted. A tight knit family full of happy children. She died too young and it's a shame but she made such a great life while she was my mother.
All the photos were filled with celebrations and family trips, animals all over the place, accomplishments, birthday parties, nature outings, silly photos (my favorite is me as a toddler fast asleep in my mom's lap, clutching a fried chicken drumstick) just us in our house together. Not to gloss over the rough parts, but it was super nice to pore over those photos and point out the little details to my own family who humored me enough to pay attention. The details that came flooding back, the way every holiday, birthday and celebration was a true testament to family love.
I tried to see my mom as a separate woman instead of just my mom, which I never had a chance to do when she was alive. It was nice to stare at those photos and see her, as a woman with her kids, taking in the details of her dress, her face, her surroundings. I love the ones where she's all made up, in her 70's fashion dresses and hip tilted hats. I don't have a lot of photos and the ones I do have are so small and faded but they are something and they tell a story.
Isabel was happy go lucky throughout the whole process, eagerly listening to the answers from her aunt, uncles and grandpa and looking through the photos. I found the whole thing to be a headache, a joy, upsetting and nice to do this report on my mom with Isabel. I'm thankful for the chance to really re-visit her life and I'm glad Isabel's report is over!
Here is Isabel explaining the events on the time line of her grandma's life.

Family dolls were hand created by each student and displayed showing where they were born.

The doll Isabel sewed to represent my mom (the basket of flowers is a nod to her very green thumb).

Both Gabriel and Isabel got a chance to proudly show off their school work at Open House last week. Gabriel dressed as a paleontologist to show us his artwork and research about dinosaurs.