Nancy Hepner Goodman

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On my last trip to Portland, I knew I wouldn’t see my mother again.  I had been at her bedside for a week and couldn’t stay for the end.  A small photo of my parents, newlyweds, sat on her dresser.  My mother had cut out the faces to fit in the circular gold frame.  That tiny photo hung on a gold tree with other tiny family photos during my childhood.  During a move, the photo became part of a collage that hung on the kitchen wall.  Then it ended up at my mom’s bedside in her assisted living facility.  Rushing to catch a flight, I grabbed it, needing memories to hold in the palm of my hand.   

A week later I got a call.  Had I seen the gold framed photo?  My niece wanted it.  I confessed I had it.  I didn’t want to part with it, so I kept it for a while.  A few weeks later, while looking through my mother’s boxes, I discovered the same photo, but not just the heads, the entire 3 by 4 inch photo. My parents on the lawn, wearing their Sunday best, my dad kissing the side of my mom’s hair.  I mailed the little gold framed photo to my niece. Relieved, she thanked me. I realized how much the photo meant to her when I saw it tucked in her wedding bouquet.

Today, we smile at the photo we share, as well as the bond it created between us.

Nancy Hepner Goodman

Nancy Hepner Goodman is a writer, quilter, jam maker and bread baker who lives in Lake Bluff, IL.

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