This past Tuesday, August 6, was my mother’s 31st anniversary in heaven. For some reason, this does not make me as unhappy as it used to or as unhappy as Mother’s Day sometimes makes me feel. I feel a certain nostalgia, maybe because the summer holds such special memories for me regarding my mother.
Many things in our society have changed, but the one constant is that Rockaway kids have the life. When we were kids, my mother barely used the car. We rode our bikes EVERYWHERE. While today’s kids have SFDS Summer Classics, we had the St. Camillus blacktop softball league, which was run by Bob Summerfield with help from Mrs. Magee, Mr. Wilson and Mr. Loof (Rockaway’s now best dressed man). We rode our bikes, either with my mom or with