Dear Readers —
This is Kla Ha Park facing the Snohomish River where I do tai chi every morning. This morning I mounted the GoPro on a tripod for two takes of my 24 forms, the second one with this wide view is kinda fun.
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It wasn’t until later after my brother called to say Hi on the anniversary of our mother’s birth that I remembered, and dedicated the 24 forms of tai chi facing the flood to her memory.
11.16.2021: Remembering Maxine on the Anniversary of Her Birth in 1917.
My first memory is of sitting on the shoulders of a stranger so this three-year-old boy could see the soldiers coming off the train into the crowded train station. Mom and I were waiting for the arrival of my father from the war, though he missed the real action on the tropical island of Guam.
In a later memory, Mom tells me again the story that I pointed at a soldier and asked, “Is that him?” “He was black,” she says, laughing, spinning the ice in her Manhattan.