Summary of Natasha Trethewey's Memorial Drive

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#1 The last picture of my mother, taken at the crime scene, is the formal portrait made only a few months before her death. She did not look at the camera, her eyes fixed at a point in the distance. She was 40 years old.

#2 I went back to the place my mother was murdered. I had not been there since I was nineteen, when I had to clean out her apartment. I kept only a few of her books, a dieffenbachia plant, and a single plant.

#3 I went back to the apartment complex to see the bullet hole in the wall, which was still there. I thought about the history of the building and my mother’s life, and how my own life had been shaped by that legacy.

#4 I kept an image of myself from that first day after my mother’s death, when I went to visit her apartment. I was not the same person who went into the apartment hours later.

• Language: English
• Publisher: IRB Media
• Release date: May 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9798822517042

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Insights from Chapter 1

#1

The last picture of my mother, taken at the crime scene, is the formal portrait made only a few months before her death. She did not look at the camera, her eyes fixed at a point in the distance. She was 40 years old.

#2

I went back to the place my mother was murdered. I had not been there since I was nineteen, when I had to clean out her apartment. I kept only a few of her books, a dieffenbachia plant, and a single plant.

#3

I went back to the apartment complex to see the bullet hole in the wall, which was still there. I thought about the history of the building and my mother’s life, and how my own life had been shaped by that legacy.

#4

I kept an image of myself from that first day after my mother’s death, when I