My Gift of Now: A Collection of Short Memoirs
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My Gift of Now - Elynne Chaplik-Aleskow
Biography
Introduction
I am a blessed woman. Even with the tragedies you will read about my life, I have been blessed. The beloved family members I lost in two plane crashes existed and left beautiful, inspiring and timeless legacies. Meeting the love of my life and marrying for the first time in my early forties fulfilled my search for my best friend. I am the eldest of four loving sisters born to parents who are exceptional humans. Building careers that fascinate and motivate me continues. I was founding General Manager of a PBS affiliate making me Chicago’s first female television GM; I am Distinguished Professor Emeritus of Wright College; I am a Pushcart Prize-nominated author published in over thirty anthologies including Chicken Soup for the Soul and This I Believe. Memoir is a natural fit. I have true stories to tell and to share. Some will make you sad and others will make you laugh. I hope my stories inspire. This nonfiction story collection was requested by my readers. The anthologies in which my work is published have been wonderful sources for the exposure of my writing. My thanks and deep appreciation to the many anthology publishers and editors who continue to publish my stories in their books. It has been through their publications that readers have read my work resulting in the request for a collection of my memoirs and essays.
My past, present and future converge in My Gift of Now.
ECA
Dedication
This collection of memoirs is dedicated to individuals whom I cherish: my beloved husband Richard who is my everything; my precious mother and father; my three wonderful sisters and brother-in-law; my loving family; my loyal friends; my delightful students; my devoted readers; and my gracious colleagues. A special and enduring thank you to those readers who have shared their feedback with me. Their belief in my writing has touched me to my core. Of my many favorite comments from readers is this one: You are dynamite wrapped in silk!
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Twice in One Family
MORE THAN LIFE
Pushcart Prize Nominee
When my mother was a girl, she went to a fortune teller during a night out with friends. The fortune teller told her that she would experience a life event of catastrophic proportion midlife.
Who believes in fortune tellers anyway?
she thought.
And yet, it happened. My mother has known the ultimate happiness and has lived the ultimate tragedy.
When I would have sleepover parties during my grammar school and high school years, I would find my friends gathered around the kitchen table late at night listening to my mother telling her stories about her life. Every girl would sit there mesmerized by her voice and her animation. She was a housewife actress, a born oral historian. Even today, my teenage girlfriends who are now sixty-five years old quote from my mother’s stories which they heard over fifty years ago.
My sisters and I planned and hosted an eightieth birthday party for my mother. We compiled many family members’ wisdoms and quotes that she had passed on to us through her stories over the years and put them into a book which was distributed to every guest. We had family and friends come to the microphone and read a quote or thought from the book after introducing themselves and stating their relationship to my mother.
As she watched and listened, my mother had a faraway look. She was with us, listening and enjoying this tribute to her. Yet the full tapestry of her life had holes that could not be filled by toasts and testimonials.
As she listened to the words and stories that she had learned from her parents, family and friends and that she had passed on over the span of her life, her private focus turned to February 12, 1963 when she lost her mother, my beloved grandmother, in a plane crash. Through her strength and her faith, she continued her life and inspired a legacy of family through which my sisters and I built our lives. One of the greatest legacies my grandmother left us was showing how to love. She passed this natural gift on to my mother.
One of my treasures is a picture I have of my grandma in her housedress. My mother’s image of her mother is different. She has told me that she remembers her mother always stunningly dressed. Whenever my grandmother would come to school, my mother has said that everyone would turn their heads admiringly toward her mother. That always made my mother feel so proud.
She suddenly thought of the fortune teller and the prophetic words that would come to pass. Eleven years after my mother lost her mother, on December 20, 1974, she lost my father and my youngest sister Ivy in another plane crash. My mother had just turned fifty.
My mother and father had been married thirty years when they were brutally and untimely torn apart. My father was fifty-five. My parents gave birth to four daughters. Ivy died at sixteen. She was the family gift.
My mother started to cry. She felt their presence as she sat listening to family members reading quotes from her birthday celebration book.
When we finished the program, we all took our seats. It was now my mother’s turn to go to the lectern and take the microphone. This was her moment.
As she began to speak, I looked at her face. My mother and I are twenty years apart. I could remember most of her birthdays. With each year I watched her beauty mature. Physically she was a truly stunning woman but it was her ability to empathize and persevere that inspired awe. I thought of my mother’s words about the pride she felt as she looked at her own mother. At that moment I understood. My mother’s face glowed. Reflected in her eyes were the loved ones of her present and her past.
I remembered a trip my mother and I had taken to New Orleans when I was single. It was very special to me because it was just she and I. We walked blocks together enjoying the city’s unique sights and atmosphere. Every street had signs inviting us to come in to storefronts for a fortune reading. New Orleans’ seduction was irresistible. We opened a door and entered. A man asked me to follow him into a room for a Tarot cards reading and my mother accompanied a woman to her reading area.
The fortune teller asked me if I was married. I answered no.
He then looked at my cards and announced to me that I would never marry. After a few more inane predictions, we were finished.
I returned to the front of the store and sat down to wait for my mother. I waited and waited. I kept looking at my watch and wondering what her fortune teller was telling her. Finally my mother emerged from her reading. We left the shop and began walking down the street hand in hand.
You tell me first,
she said. What did the fortune teller tell you?
He told me I would never marry,
I calmly replied.
My mother stopped and looked at me. Her eldest daughter who was single and involved in building a career had just been told the curse of all curses.
Oh please,
she answered in disgust. He did not know what he was talking about.
What took you so long?
I asked. What did she tell you?
Well,
my mother began, she asked me if I was a widow. I told her I was and she told me that she was too. Then she told me her life story.
This time it was I who stopped and looked at my mother. What?
I asked in disbelief. She told you her life story?
She needed an ear,
my mother answered softly.
Did you pay her?
I asked incredulously.
Of course,
my mother answered.
Growing up, wherever I went, I would be stopped by strangers and asked if I was Miriam Chaplik’s daughter. Nothing made me prouder than to look in the mirror and see a face looking very much like my mother’s looking back at me. Some of our similarities and many of our differences made for a devoted but tumultuous relationship. We could be warriors with wills that reflected a mother’s and her first born’s struggles. It was not easy for either of us. Yet deep within the foundation of our beings, there was a bond that was stronger than our disagreements and differences.
My mother had taught me to be a human being before I focused on gender. That made me fearless and free to be an independent and self-sufficient woman.
My mother had been a stay at home mom. However, she encouraged her daughters to become professionals. As I look back on my life, I realize that it had never been part of my awareness or identity that being female could be an obstacle to doing and achieving anything I wanted to accomplish. My sisters would say the same thing.
My mother has faced the devastation of her life with an uncanny grace and strength. There is no bitterness in her. She does not curse fate. She focuses on the blessings she has in her life, not the deficits. A great part of this ability to survive unimaginable agony and loss is her faith and her belief in family.
The catastrophe the fortune teller predicted happened twice in my mother’s life but she survived, allowing love to guide her way. Her life is an example of how to live through tragedy and to love through devastation with courage and dignity. It is my good fortune to have been born to this woman to whom I owe more than life.
THE RED PEN
My thoughts turn to what has been with me for weeks. I am thinking about a past boyfriend whom I met again by chance. I cannot get him out of my mind.
He was not my boyfriend. He was the very special friend of my beloved sister Ivy when she was in high school. Ivy was sixteen when she died in a plane crash with my father.
Ivy was sister number four, the baby, although in many ways she was probably the most mature within her short life. She was a very rare young woman who had the ability to empathize like few people I have ever known. She was stunning physically and within. She had long wavy brown hair, oval chocolate brown eyes and a smile that mesmerized. Her gentleness and insight were the foundation of her poise that was well beyond her age.
Seeing her friend