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The Snow is Falling and Falling and Falling – will it ever stop?
Dear Marian and Beth
The snow is falling, and falling and falling here in Boston. It snowed yesterday, it is snowing today and the news reports tell
us it will be snowing, not tomorrow, but the day after tomorrow. And on and on. The snow is piled high and in some places you cannot see behind the corner. Mountains of snow are everywhere.
I’m glad to finally have a garage. It’s the first real one I’ve ever had. Our wonderful old house had one but it was way in the back and too far to shovel. We just left the car on the edge of the sidewalk so there would be less work. Besides, the garage was a convenient place to store things like lawnmowers, barbecue devices, bicycles, and anything else we did not know where it should go. It was a hodgepodge of things we used and things we never did.
I didn’t know that you had to take care of a garage the way you take care of a house. By the time I decided to sell the house, ours was falling apart and would not add to the sale. It probably would have done just the opposite. I took it down instead.
So here I am now, in Boston, in a city that is making history. The snow is making records and maybe there is more to come. And the news tells us, that again tomorrow there will be snow and then icy rain. It makes me wonder how do the people in Alaska live, or Nova Scotia? How do they keep warm, get around, get food, go to work. Here in Boston, the rail system has stopped working several times and people can’t get to work.
But for the moment, it is white, it is clean looking and there is beauty to the whiteness. How will this all melt? And what will happen when it does? Huge puddles will be everywhere.
I’ll be glad every time I have to go out that the car will start out warm and dry.
Love,
Mom
My book, The Myth of the Yellow Kitchen, is available at Amazon.
I Want
Thought you might like this poem I wrote awhile ago. Of course I’d have different things on the list now, but the sentiment hasn’t changed!
I Want
I want to eat all the chocolate ice-cream
I want without getting fat.
I want to find an apartment in New York
that I can afford, with a terrace and wonderful
view of the harbor.
I want never to go into therapy again.
I want to be surrounded by
gifted people who
think grand thoughts,
are never petty, and love me
no matter what I do.
I want to know I’ll
never have cancer or become
a cabbage in my old age, that I’ll always
be financially independent.
I want my ex-husband
to approve of me,
tell me how much he thinks I’ve accomplished
since the divorce, and what a good job I did
bringing up the children.
I want to get a really good night’s sleep.
I want to be one of those people who is always
coming back from some exotic place
having a grand adventure
traveling alone on a shoestring.
I want to ride my bike
down long, narrow,
country trails again.
I want to live a conventional life
but have everyone think I’m adventurous
offbeat and exciting.
I want to have a lover who’s good in bed
I want to be proud of him. I want him not to be
into games or power. I want him to
love me and be committed to me,
and I want to do my own thing and
not be bothered too much.
I want all women to be successful
and smart and believe in the
right causes, and be wonderful.
I want to be proud of them. I want
that for men too, but not as much.
I don’t want everybody to like me
because that means I don’t stand
for anything, but I want the right
people to like me.
I want to be able to take a few drags
on a cigarette occasionally without
becoming a smoker again.
I want to write a really good poem.
Rhoada Wald
My Book, The Myth of the Yellow Kitchen, is here!
My book is finally here! Writing the book took a long time. I needed the time to write my story, time to face the issues and emotions of those early years with an honesty and clarity that only distance can bring. I’ve learned many things through writing. One of them has been to rethink my views of gender, relationships, and identity.
“Give your husband your pay check,” friends advised me when I first started teaching. At that time, my husband, Charly, held a psychology internship in various New York State institutions and did not make much money. But did he really need my paycheck to safeguard his masculinity? And what about my feelings of confidence as a professional and decision-maker? In the fifties and sixties I never disputed the idea of fixed gender roles.
The divorce, such a tragedy for me at that time, became the impetus for growth, independence and the development of my abilities. I did grow, I did change. I moved from the traditional view of a woman’s role in the forties and fifties to an independent, professional woman in the seventies, eighties and nineties.
I have been fortunate to have had several long relationships with men after the divorce. With each relationship, I was reminded how men were often socialized to a view of masculinity that was almost impossible to attain. The myths about male sexuality were particularly difficult for them. For me, on the other hand, the feminist movement portrayed models and images that helped me formulate new conceptions of both male and female roles.
This all became clearer to me as I began to write.
I started writing more than thirty years ago when I sold my house and went from room to room remembering what happened there, who we were, and how we developed. Still, it took years before I could embrace writing, years of working hard to keep it all afloat and taking care of the children. Then, there was little time and energy to write. Now, writing fuels my passion and creativity. Often I am at the computer at five in the morning. The gift of returning to the past leads to greater understanding of the present, the one life I have, and my place in a larger scenario.
As I look back over my life, even now many years later, I am reminded again and again of that night long ago when Beth, my three year old daughter, was sick, really sick in the middle of the night and I had to rethink who I was and what I needed to do. Then I found my strength in helping Beth. From where does the strength come now to face the ambiguities ahead?
Sometimes the blessings can get lost in the murkiness of longevity, the shadows of unexpected ailments, the vagueness of where am I going, if anywhere. But each day I try and reconnect with the strength that emerged after the divorce, the force to get a doctorate when I had no money and three young children, and the power to enjoy the magic and mystery of life.
I hope that you will read my book and find comfort in the possibility that crisis often leads to growth, new pathways and creative ways of thinking.
The book can be purchased at Amazon, print or for Kindle; Barnes and Noble, print or for Nook.
