Jul 27, 2020
5 min read
An Unready Wedding (“Country” 13)
I was a severe disappointment to my mother, and knew it.
She loved crafts and American folk songs, which she’d heard as a child and become proficient at playing one-handed, with her nursery-school-teacher training, on the upright piano tucked into her “sewing room.” Family history enthralled her. She never questioned an assertion about an ancestor — “Just imagine, she was said to be a Maine Indian!” — or…
