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My Mother Was Young Once Too

With a Box of Old Photographs, I Revisit Truths Hidden in Plain Sight and Rekindle the Best Memories of My Late Mother

Terrence Doyle
Oct 22, 2015 · 7 min read


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“To the objective eye, the photograph is of any old baptism. To me, the photograph is of a devastated young husband and wife.”

By contrast, my mother at 24 was living in a hospital and praying her newborn son made it through each night. She walked through Boston’s combat zone — then home to a glut of the city’s prostitutes, drug dealers and violent criminals — to get coffee or cigarettes or a break from the buzz of the tubes and wires attached to her baby’s body.

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“When I was 24, I roamed around France and Italy, lazy and disinterested — I thought I was Ernest Hemingway, but I was really more like Ernest Goes to Europe. By contrast, my mother at 24 was living in a hospital and praying her newborn son made it through each night.”


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