A Lesson for Life
Grandma's brother died
on Ferry Street, a trolley car hit
him.
Relatives and friends gathered to
grieve.
The family wore mourning clothes
for weeks and months after.
It was 1920.
Soon after, my mother, then seven year
old,
went back to school. She was happy
to see her classmates and teacher
again.
At the end of the school day the
teacher
called mom aside. In a soft pleasant
voice
she ask mom to give her mother a
message,
- in this country little girls don't
wear black.
This was an important lesson for mom
and for the family about becoming
Americans.
Queen Victoria and family in mourning clothes. It was about the same in 1920.
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