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We Look Like Our Mothers
June 18, 2022

I live six miles from the house I grew up in. I’ve never been a permanent resident of a state other than Indiana. This is puzzling. I’ve pined for the grand adventure of moving cross country. To live in Europe or on a faraway island. To learn a second language. Assimilate to a new culture. But I never did. 

There are some advantages, I must admit, to sticking around Johnson County–-like my experience this week. Joni and I hadn’t seen each other for forty-some years. Until yesterday when we met for lunch.

Maggie and May

We hugged before sitting down at our table on the patio at Vino Villa where I studied her face and had this overwhelming sense that we could be our moms, Maggie and May, who were friends when we were little girls. We each carry striking similarities. Joni was my middle sister’s age, and she became one of our chosen sisters. I couldn’t stop thinking how happy our matriarchs would be to see us together, and wishing they were with us. I don’t know, maybe they were there with us. I felt them. 

Our conversation went back and forth between introducing one another to our current lives and the deep history we shared. She remembers my house, the church parsonage, as a place of calm, a place where she felt at home, welcomed and loved. And my mom as a person of calm.

The Nurse and Her Cap

I remember her house and her mom as way more fascinating than mine. May was a nurse who wore a white uniform with a cool cap and white hose and shoes. Exotic. And she told great stories. Like when her husband surprised her with a mystery trip, telling her only to “take comfortable walking shoes.” I can hear her voice and her laugh as she explained how, assuming they were going camping, she found herself sightseeing our nation’s capital in her gardening shoes. As horrifying as the tale was in regard to the shoes, I’ve always dreamed of a man sweeping me away on a surprise vacation.

I didn’t remember her dad was a plumber. Or a musician. Or that he had a military background. Only that there was a male, parental presence in her home with a cool name, Ted. And there were her three older brothers. I remember being in her kitchen watching her mom cook something when the oldest came sweeping in the back door; James Dean had arrived. 

Character and Setting

This would have been about the time our play dates with Joni began.

As I walked home from our luncheon, I had this sense that I’d been somewhere else. Someplace comforting. Distant yet familiar. Like I was pulling myself out of the pages of a masterfully written book with characters and a setting with which I’d fallen in love. Found treasure. 

In fact, I had been somewhere else. In the past. My past.

My memory is a pump that needs priming and I felt grateful to have whiled away the afternoon seeped in my childhood. There we sat, just six miles from the houses in which we had visited each other as little girls, looking like our mothers, remembering. What a gift. What a grand adventure.

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  1. We just had our 50th class reunion. I had lunch with 3 of my best friends from school. It was a great trip down memory lane & to hear what they remembered that I had forgotten. It we a feel good week and reunion! And yes, we are all starting to look like our beautiful moms!

    • What? Fifty years? No way!

  2. Walks down memory lane are a beautiful gift. You shared yours so well I felt like I watched the two of you saunter along.

    • Thank you, Deette. And thanks for sauntering with me here!

  3. I love this and your family! Thank you for putting into words the moments we shared over lunch. What a treasure! I especially love your family photo. Wish I had one to share of all of us. I think Mom took all of the pictures with her “Brownie Camera” so of course she is missing.

    • Thank you, Joni. And thank you for joining me here!

  4. Loved this one. Doug recently did a funeral for a father of one of my childhood friends. There were several neighborhood friends from our growing up days. Talk about a trip through memory neighborhood! Made me grateful once again for my growing up years and the steady presence of my parents.

    • Thanks for joining me on Memory Lane!


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Debi Dixon

Debi Dixon

The Universe is guiding me on an incredible adventure: my Plan B. I write here to share bits of my Odyssey, hopefully to inspire, encourage, or extend the virtual hand of friendship.

When I quit teaching in 2014, I could never have imagined the growth I would experience through travel, writing, reading, therapy, and introspection.

I believe human connection and compassion will go a long way toward our healing, and the best way to connect and feel compassion for one another is through the sharing of our stories.

Thank you for joining me here. I appreciate you and may we grow together.

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“You must give up the life you planned in order to have the life that is waiting for you.”
~Joseph Campbell

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