friday fictioneers: no happily-ever-after

Copyright -Claire Fuller

As a toddler I loved burrowing into the freshly laundered clothes in the large crates.  Since they’d been drying in the sunshine, I felt warm and cozy as I fell asleep.

The world was perfect, but not for my widowed mom.

On her feet all day, mom washed, dried, and ironed clothes for an orphanage. Removing her shoes, she’d stand on the cool, concrete floor.  Unfortunately, she developed varicose veins and, worse, arthritis in both knees.

Mom needed rescuing. Mr. Chalmers, the handsome gardener, seemed made-to-order.

Unlike Cinderella,  mom never married her prince charming. No fairy tale ending for her.IMG_4143

34 thoughts on “friday fictioneers: no happily-ever-after

    • Hugs for your compassion… Blogging has given me a great outlet in which to remember the past as it was…but also with empathy and forgiveness for what might have been difficult at the time.


    • It is. Unfortunately for folks living in poverty, as our family was, happily-ever-after is having more than one can of tuna left on the shelf at the end of the month. Waiting for my mom’s next paycheck of just over $100 per month was like waiting for the ice cream truck which we could never enjoy like other children in the neighborhood. I think an ice cream bar off the Good Humor truck would’ve been the best happily-ever-after for my siblings and me. My mom might’ve enjoyed it too.


  1. We all have our struggles don’t we? I wish we could be brave enough to share more, so that we all know that we are not alone…. I would like to think that they didn’t feel the need to get married….


    • Being that the orphanage was run by Catholic nuns, I don’t think there was much chance of an affair. Besides, my mom was a native Hawaiian and Mr. Chalmers was a white man. Interracial marriage was frowned upon in the 50s. Moreover, I think my mom was pretty shy. She probably didn’t think she’d have a chance with Mr.Chalmers. Or maybe a white man was outside her realm of possibilities. I think there was just a flirtation.


    • Funny how this little story sprung to mind as soon as I saw the warehouse. For me it’s a precious memory, out of so many more sad memories of life growing up poor. The saddest being that my mom’s life was one of frustration and sadness, never having achieved personal happiness. The physical and emotional stress she endured remained with her until she died. Among her other ailments…Alzheimer’s. A dreaded disease that robbed my mom of what little dignity she had left. hugs for your sweet support, Rochelle. It’s always much appreciated…


    • Perhaps if she had had a better life, including a new marriage to a good man, my mom might have been happier and even more loving. However, she did the best she could. hugs for the lovely comment.


  2. like what sandra said. 🙂

    and it’s a beautiful memoir/ tribute to your mom. i admire parents who are able to raise their children well even on their own. very moving.


    • I love your version. I wish my mom had had a fling with Mr. Chalmers. I would have liked him for a dad, I think. What would a toddler know though… Hugs for the sweet comment about…romance.


hugs for sharing some brief thoughts...and keeping them positive

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