- Vol. 05
- Chapter 01
At the Bottom of the Wardrobe
Her old handbags contain the documents I need and many more besides. But I Don't suppose the registrar and probate Office will be interested in all Those old bills for gas consumed in nineteen Forty nine or telegrams announcing The deaths of relatives back in the old Country or the records of her babies' Height and weight in the first few months of life.
The birth certificate now yellow, creased, Printed in two languages, inscribed in Perfect copperplate and worth much more than The paper it is written on, is placed Alongside its freshly minted partner. Cradle to grave. Alpha and omega. And spanning these two signatures, eighty Years apart, is my mother's entire life.