Amalia's Story, Chapter Twenty-Three
= Amalia Angeloni Jacobucci
“A silly afternoon"
Angela Thirkell Book Summaries #14:
Miss Bunting!
by Angela Thirkell (1945)
https://angelathirkellsociety.org/writings/book-summaries/
1945-1953: From World War to Cold War
Miss Bunting, governess to the County, fulfills her final days during a summer devoted to tutoring delicate Anne Fielding.
Class distinctions are sharply delineated, especially by Lady Fielding who tries, in vain, to minimize Anne’s contact with the ungainly Heather Adams.
Mr. Adams continues to involve himself in the affairs of the county, generating ambivalent feelings as well as obligations.
His kind inquiries re: Jane Gresham’s MIA husband earn her uneasy gratitude.
Feelings about Class seem a bit cruel here; perhaps in response to a sense that the barriers are about to fall.
Humorous tidbits continue to delight—see Mrs. Merivale’s mysterious “lodger.”
Again we encounter the Mixo-Lydians in the person of Gradka, whose ferocious rejoicing over a clash with ...
Amalia's Story, Chapter Sixty-Two
= Amalia Angeloni Jacobucci
1000 Characters About My Mother #15:
"What happened after the Cub Scout Banquet?"
"That would have been in March of 1965 . . . "
"Here's something! First published April 1965 -- "
"Louis Jacobucci, Casework Treatment of the Neglectful Mother."
"Families in Society: The Journal of Contemporary Social Services, Volume 46, Issue 4."
"Oh, look! They had references!"
“The Protective Service Caseworker: How Does He Survive Job Pressures?”
“Use of Homemaker Service in Families That Neglect Their Children."
“The Team Approach in Protective Service.”
"Character Disorders in Parents of Delinquents."
"There's more."
"That's OK."
Presently . . .
"Loneliness and Isolation in Child Neglect."
"Dispositional Empathy in Neglectful Mothers and Mothers at High Risk for Child Physical Abuse."
"The Training of Neglectful and Unsatisfactory Mothers."
"The Socialization of Emotional Understanding: A Comparison of Neglectful and Nonneglectful Mothers and Their Children."
"In ...
"What?!"
"I didn't say anything."
"How can you say such a thing?"
"I'm not going through this again."
"What do you mean?"
"All this -- denial. I'm done. I'm just going to say exactly what happened as I remember it."
"It never happened!"
"The reason I know it happened is that I renember it. I was eight years old. My brother was twelve years old. I was able to recover the date because I remember at some point in the week preceding the event, our father for some reason had told us, I'm going to be speaking at the Unitarian Church this Sunday at 11:00. It did not seem weird to me at the time, because he was always out of the house anyway. Plus all he used to when he was home was harangue me, so good."
"You lie."
"In fact, I remember thinking, it made sense that he would get something going on Sundays, because that was the only time he was ever even around anymore. Weekdays he was working, of course, and weeknights he was always at one of his many, many important community activities."
"You are delusional."
"Then, I found this article, and it all ...
"I have a thesis. My thesis is: In any woman's life, having children would have to be the most significant event. So, in my mother's story -- "
"Her family wasn't really any different from any of the other families."
"Yes."
"In what way?"
"She and her husband were both very active in community affairs. Both her children went to school."
"What else?"
"They were both boys?"
"Anything else?"
"No. That's it."
"So you said, that one way in which your mother's family wasn't really any different from any of the other families, was that she and her husband were both very active in community affairs. Can you tell me a little more about that?"
"Oh, sure. There was always something going on. Cub Scouts, she was like Den Mother of her older son's Cub Scout Pack. Pack 54. Plus the Comedy Club. Plus I'm pretty sure, she was involved in the kindergarten. She and her husband both. And politics. It was the Sixties."
"Just normal 60's Mom stuff."
"In any case, it's time to forget the past."
