New links today
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*Age 9 – Happy Photo of Me and Baby David
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*Grandmother’s Notes On Analyzing Mother’s Handwriting
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*A FEW OF MY CHILDHOOD HANDMADE GREETING CARDS
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I included in this link (above) ‘The Reindeer Envelope’ that is considered in far more detail in this link below!
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*Age 8 – The Reindeer Envelope – My Own Art Work Analyzed By Me – The Art Therapist
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And one of my mother’s letters:
*1963 – July 1 – Mother’s Letter About the Death of Her Father
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I will add here, because the topic of “I love Mother” greeting cards applies, that never in my childhood until I was 17 years old did I EVER feel angry at my mother. I had no possible concept of that. I had no concept of love, so I had no idea if she or my father loved me. Nor did I have any concept of loving them — or anyone — except for my pet rabbits who were ‘one’s to me, as was the homestead, the mountains, the valley and all they contained.
Making ‘loving cards’ so one could ‘give loving cards’ was simply something one did — like eating, walking, sleeping. Today I certainly don’t care one little bit about whether they loved me or whether I loved them. It absolutely couldn’t matter then — what happened IS what happened, no matter what words they would have used themselves to explain their actions. It doesn’t matter to me at this moment if I loved them or not.
Being able to read the images that my tragic, said and yet incredibly wise, strong and evidently directed self created is what matters to me. That I can see my protective process in these images, especially in the reindeer one, gives me a renewed appreciation for the resiliency and resourcefulness of the human spirit. That image shows that I was going to make it — and, by golly, I DID! THAT’S WHAT MATTERS!
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