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Remembering Mom by Lynne R. Dorfman

3/3/2016

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Mom was a registered nurse, and ALL the kids came to her whenever they were hurt – and I’m not exaggerating! Long lines would form at our kitchen door, especially during spring and summer when everyone played in the back alley and yards.  News had traveled that the Dorfman residence was a first-stop before running home or going to the emergency ward at Abington Hospital. I came to expect almost anything and everything!

One day my best friend Suzy had fallen in the slippery-dry grass in her back yard while playing with her Dalmatian, Dolly.  Suzy-Q, as everyone called her, was as pretty as could be with emerald eyes and blonde curls that jiggled and danced when she walked or ran. Suzy-Q ran up the back steps and burst into the kitchen.  Her big eyes were full of tears. Dolly was right behind her, looking most concerned. I was close behind. I wanted to know what all this fuss was about.

Suzy showed Mom her “scratched” arm (There really wasn’t a scratch on her!).  But my mom just patted her back and led her to the sink where she washed her arm with warm, soapy water and gently dried it.  Then she rubbed some lotion into her arm and asked her if she’d like some milk and cookies.  Suzy shook her head up and down, her long eyelashes still wet with tears. She helped herself to three chocolate chip cookies. When my hand went into the cookie jar, Mom shook her head and said, “You’ll ruin your dinner.”

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Carol Varsalona link
3/3/2016 03:37:03 am

Lynn, keep the stories coming. They are charming. It looks like this little patient won the prize of the day.

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lynne dorfman link
3/3/2016 04:20:00 am

Thanks, Carol! I have so many of them - I am truly lucky!

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Rose
3/3/2016 04:57:49 am

Love the way you described Suzy. I wonder if she still bats those big eyes to her advantage! I think you are a lot like your mom.

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Donna Smith link
3/3/2016 05:08:18 am

My mom was an RN also...came in handy for my brothers especially!
Loved that you couldn't have a cookie! She sounds like my mom. And I'll bet, like me, you wouldn't whine about it. That never worked with her.

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Janie Fahey link
3/3/2016 05:22:03 am

I love this story! My mom was a nurse, too. We didn't have much sympathy at home either:)

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Adrienne
3/3/2016 05:40:42 am

That sounds like something my mom would have said! You are helping me remember stories about growing up!

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arjeha link
3/3/2016 05:41:51 am

Love he story, Lynne. Your friends gets the cookie and you get the "It will spoil your dinner" line. Maybe if you had a little scratch?

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elsie
3/3/2016 07:25:21 am

"Aw mom, that's not fair!" would have been the words out of my mouth. Plus I'd have been concerned that Suzy took three and there wouldn't be any left for me later. Great story!

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Tara link
3/3/2016 10:55:14 am

I am so enjoying these stories...keep 'em coming!

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Aileen Hower link
3/3/2016 12:12:20 pm

This is my absolute favorite line: "Suzy-Q, as everyone called her, was as pretty as could be with emerald eyes and blonde curls that jiggled and danced when she walked or ran." I love the way moms (myself included) are "nicer" to our friends. But they knew that we had them for keeps when this little bit of attention was only passing.

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Rita K. link
3/3/2016 03:45:27 pm

Wonderful personal narrative. I love the way you were able to bring Suzy-Q to life and the ending rings with familiarity and humor. I'm from the area so I especially enjoyed the reference to Abington Hospital.

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Deb link
3/3/2016 05:28:35 pm

I love your story about your mom and how she helped all the neighbor kids. We have a neighbor who is a nurse and I called her a time or two when my own children were little and I knew the dr.'s office was closed. I also loved how you ended your story. Even though I am sure you felt a little cheated when you were a kid, the irony of it made me smile.

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    Lynne loves to write in the early morning hours, especially in warm weather when she can sit outside on the patio.  After a walk with her three Welsh Corgis, her mind is cleared and her spirit is inspired by the choir of birds in nearby bushes and trrees. 

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