He cheered me up by saying it was normal, that I didn’t have a whistler’s mouth yet.
But because I couldn’t sing on the outside, I sang on the inside.
It was weird at first, but then it felt really nice.
And I was remembering a song Mother used to sing when I was really little.
She’d be standing at the washtub, with a cloth tied about her head to keep the sun off it.
With an apron around her waist, she’d spend hours and hours plunging her hands into the water,
turning soap into lots of suds. Then she’d wring out the clothes and take them to the clothes line,
where she’d peg them all out and hoist it up high. She did the same thing with all the clothes.
She washed clothes from Dr Faulhaber’s house to help with the household expenses.
Mother was tall and thin, but very beautiful. She was brown from the sun
and her hair was straight and black. When she didn’t tie it up, it hung down to her waist.
But the most beautiful thing was when she sang, and I’d hang around, learning.
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