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Mark Twain-This was my mother

October 27, 2013

Eight years ago my grandfather died in his sleep. His beloved family all gathered and saw him off in a beautiful white church. One night when we grandchildren were lying on the bed made on the floor, my grandmother sat beside us and talked about a long-lost past. Before she came to Taiwan, she had given her heart to a young man. During the wartime, grandmother lost her parents and lived with her elder sister, who married a soldier. My grandfather, who served in the air force, is the soldier’s best friend.  Grandma’s sister forced her to marry grandpa so as to get the chance to come to Taiwan. Grandma did everything she could to get away from this marriage, even tried to kill herself. She eventually gave up and married the man she did not love. I wonder why my grandpa’s death reminded her of her first love. I believe deep inside she had pictured another life with the heart-broken young man. Mark Twain’s mother has a similar love story…

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Mark Twain ( 1835-1910 ) / This was my mother

She was 82 and living in Keoluk when, unaccountably, she insisted upon attending a convention of old settlers of the Mississippi Valley. All the way there, and it was some distance, she was young again with excitement and eagerness. At the hotel she asked immediately for Dr. Barrett, of St. Louise. He had left for home that morning and would not be back, she was told. She turned away, the fire all gone from her, and asked to go home. Once there she sat silent and thinking for many days, then told us that when she was 18 she had loved a young medical student with all her heart. there was a misunderstanding and he left the country; she had immediately married, to show him that she did not care. She had never seen him since and then she had read in a newspaper that he was going to attend the old settlers’ convention. ” Only three hours before we reached that hotel he had been there,” she mourned.

She had kept that pathetic burden in her heart 64 years without any of us suspecting it. Before the year was out, her memory began to fail. She would write letters to school-mates who had been dead 40 years and wonder why they never answered. Four years later she died.


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