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>From: mkarp11444 at aol.com
>Date: Sat, 2 Jan 2010 06:24:10
>To: Peter Howie<peterhowie at macquariehouse.com.au>
>Subject: Re: A New Years gift
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>Hi Peter, Nice. Am going to read your words to 
>my daughter when she awakes. Thanks. It is not 
>so easy to sing to yourself about your own 
>beauty. My mom never praised me much. Her 
>reasoning was that she didn't want me to "get a 
>swelled head." The result? Didn't much believe 
>compliments from others. On her death bed, at 92 
>years, she said , "I loved you more than anyone 
>or anything in the whole world. Did I ever tell 
>you that? I said,"No Mom, tell me now, and be 
>quick. You're dying." She said, "yes,and you are 
>soooooooo beautiful." Did I ever tell you that?" 
>I said "No mom, never. Anything else?" "Yes," 
>she said, " you're so lovable. I bet everyone 
>loves you." I said, "Yeah, Ma. Everyone loves 
>me. Just like everyone loved you. And..... We're 
>both liars." We laughed together for the last 
>time. She weakly squeezed my hand  and said," 
>You're a good one." Once I ran home from school 
>crying and confused. I buried myself in her 
>apron on return. "What's wrong?" She asked me. " 
>Billie said to me I was 'pretty'. I didn't know 
>what to do or what to say." She said to me, 
>"It's simple. You look into his eyes and say, 
>'Thank you'". I still do it. And when others 
>have the same dilemma and many do, I suggest 
>they do the same. My mom wasn't "educated" 
>beyond 12. She went to college for a year as "an 
>advanced student" and loved it. She took 
>political science, English literature and 
>Russian literature. One day the elders of our 
>synagogue came in a gaggle to my dad's shoe 
>store looking to question my mom." We hear 
>you've enrolled to take Russian literature at 
>college. Why, Yetta? Don't you know what the 
>Russians did/are doing to the Jews? Should we or 
>you support that? Why did you take Russian?" My 
>mom thought about it. We all awaited her answer 
>as she was very wise at these matters. She 
>spoke, " It's very simple, Yankel. I took 
>Russian because everything else was ..full." 
>"Ah," said the critical elders. They smiled, 
>wished her good luck and walked out of the 
>store. The "uneducated"sometimes retain a kind 
>of natural wisdom. My mom used to tell us," 
>Education is the transmission of humanity... or 
>if it isn't, it should be." My husband, Ken's 
>mum was English working class. She never went to 
>school beyond ten or twelve years old. One day, 
>Ken, a budding artist, came home from school 
>crying. He told his mum that the Head Master 
>tied his left hand behind his back and told Ken 
>she shouldn't use it to write or draw and hence 
>forth to use his right hand. This was nigh to 
>impossible as Ken was  left handed. Ken returned 
>to school after lunch. Furious, his mum went to 
>the school, and waited on the "yellow line" for 
>the children to finish the day and prepared to 
>ask to see the head master. The "yellow line" 
>was where the parents were asked to wait before 
>entering the school. In the Head Master's office 
>her guns were blazing. She began, "Head Master. 
>You know that Ken sketches well and wants to be 
>an artist." "Yes, I do," said the academic king. 
>"Well,"  she continued. "Michelangelo was left 
>handed. If it was good enough for Michelangelo, 
>it's good enough for our Ken." That night, Ken's 
>Dad returned from his shift as a railway engine 
>driver. Granny told him the whole story. "Mum," 
>her name was Flo but he called her mum in front 
>of the kids. "How on earth did you know 
>Michelangelo was left handed?" "I didn't ," said 
>Granny. "But I was sure HE wouldn't know!" Regards, Marcia Karp
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