The comedian Mike Birbiglia has said that he loved his parents, but he didn’t like them. I can sort of relate at least as far as my mother is concerned. It wasn’t so much that I didn’t like her as much as we weren’t a good fit as mother and daughter.
She needed an always obedient, put-everyone-else’s-needs-before-your-own girl, who would grow up to marry, have two kids, a nice suburban home, and go to mass every Sunday. Basically, a Catholic Barbara Billingsley or Donna Reed. Lucy wanted a self-raising assistant mother versus a second daughter. I couldn’t be that for her.
Well, she’d actually wanted me to be a son and never let me forget what a failure I was for being born without the opposing teams equipment.
Today is the hundredth anniversary of her birth and I find myself thinking about all the shit she lived through. She was born in, New Haven, Connecticut to parents who’d immigrated from Gioia del Colle, a small town near the city of Bari in southern Italy. Donato and Angelina moved from NYC up to New Haven where they settled into in what was, at that time, the Italian ghetto.
Little Lucia only learned English after she started school. It was her job, as a small child, to accompany her parents to all official appointments to translate (I never met Donato and Angelina – they both died when Mother was a teen). Imagine being a 6-year-old and having to translate for your parents at immigration and doctor’s offices.
Lucy grew up and went to work for TWA as a secretary. She was also learning how to fly a Piper Cub. Tiny-tot-me was WAY more impressed in that than her fast typing awards. Still am. I’ve always wondered why she didn’t continue with the flying lessons. Was it lack of funds (totally conceivable), loss of interest, maybe something to do with gender – it being the early 50s, mother being a chick and flying not being a girl thing (unless you were Amelia Earhart or Bessie Coleman) or some other reason? I guess I’ll never know now.
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| Birmingham, Alabama 1963 |
At some point she began taking classes at aNew Haven Teachers College and this is where she met Daddy. He had a job in the cafeteria there.
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| Alabama state troopers beat SNCC’s John Lewis on Bloody Sunday, March 7, 1965 |
After marriage, she decided to pass on having a career and, instead, made babies. Sure, sure, she did more than that. She never stopped taking classes, learning, growing. She was VERY Catholic but, despite the nice motherly/grandmotherly exterior, she was more spiritually aligned with the Elizabeth McAlisters, Berrigan brothers, and Father Gustavo Gutiérrezs of the church.
I’m thinking that what this all comes down to is this – Lucy was an interesting, warm, caring human. I would have enjoyed getting to know her as a contemporary. I can appreciate who she was and the struggles she endured. I wish I could’ve made her life easier but I was just a kid and was trying to raise myself. This, by the by, is not meant as a slam to my father at all. He was present as much as he could be. He worked two full time jobs to support us on top of regular parental duties.
Mother wounds are tough ones to get past. It's an ongoing process. This year, more than others, I find that I'm feeling placid versus bitter. Mostly, I’m thinking on how much history she witnessed. She had 85 interesting years of life.


























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