In May we're called upon to honor our mothers and to increase our awareness of mental health for ourselves, our families, and others. With this post I hope to do both: honor my mother for the anguished choices she alone, as an only child, could make about her mentally ill mother, and bring the choices she had to make at that time into focus in our own time.
Ebner’s feeling homesick—missing being near family on his 20th birthday and Mother’s Day, which in 1944 was May 14th. His sweet side sure comes through. Phone service was sketchy and made communicating difficult. No email or texting ease like today! Like all our World War II soldiers, he’s really still a kid doing a man’s job.
Frank's "Ebner's" Mom just before he was drafted, Jan. 1943 For Mother's Day, I'm publishing both a letter my uncle wrote in May, 1943, and my grandmother's response, written about a week later. In his letter, Frank reveals [...]