Whenever I tackle a project like the 17 Days of the High Holy Month, I spend time wondering if I should, if I can, if anyone will care.
While I am only two days into the creation of these videos, responses to this project---celebrating the High Holy Month and honoring my mother---have already banished all doubts.
It all began yesterday after sending out my newsletter. In it I included information about my 17 Days project, along with an advance view of Day #1's video.
Within hours, I received an email response from a woman whose name I did not recognize. Opening and reading I was thrilled to discover that the sender was the youngest member of the Walsh Family, who had lived next door to my family during my teen years in Kenmore.
This woman was about five years old when we first met---a delicate sprite with beautiful blond curls and the greenest of eyes. And when we met, she introduced herself succinctly and distinctively.
"My name is Mary Katherine Walsh Katherine."
I found great joy in this sweet child's independent nature and for all the years we were neighbors, I called her by that name, exactly as she deigned.
Swirling memories of our families enveloped me as I read through her email. It had been 50-plus years since we had seen or spoken to each other. I had so many questions and soon began crafting a reply---of course beginning my note with the salutation she had always clearly demanded!
I shared bits and pieces of my life and asked questions about hers. I asked how she had come to my newsletter mailing list, as I was sure our paths had not crossed for many years.
As I sent my email on its way, I found myself wishing for a response. And was most grateful when my wish was granted.
Mary's reply was lengthy and filled with stories about her family and memories about mine. She noted that she had heard me in a radio interview a few years ago and she found comfort in the familiar sound of my voice. Then she shared memories that fully honored the intent of my High Holy Month Project.
"While looking through family photos recently, I came across a photo of your mom singing with my family at my wedding! Your mom was always there for my brothers and sisters, and me. She came to our rescue on more than one occasion and I hope she knew how much we appreciated her. I remember her as having a sharp wit and a cool head in a crisis, of which we seemed to have many, while growing up next door to you."
My mother passed 24 years ago this month. Her family of parents and seven brothers and sisters have also passed. There are very few people alive who can share their experiences---their memories--- of my mother. But when it happens, those stories are the best gift anyone could give to me.
Fifteen days to go.....and I look forward to every experience those days will bring.
