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November 28, 2006


This post, and the previous one, almost made me cry with your words of deep love and admiration for your mother. I, too, felt the same about moving on and beyond my mother's understanding, for being educated where she was not. Yet for all that, the love was always there, even if unspoken. Remembering eases the grief. You are remembering by writing this all down so poignantly and sharing, thank you so much, Beth.

There should be more biographies of people like her - people who weren't driven by a need to make a name for themselves, or to dominate others, but simply to help where help was needed.

(Hence, I suppose, the title of this memoir!)

A wonderful tribute, Beth.


Beth, you say so much beautifully with so little.

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Who was Cassandra?

  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.