Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Mama Logli and her cards

“When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.” — Victor Hugo

MANY OF YOU know that I borrow Virginia Logli as my stand-in mom. Mine died when I was six, although we were separated long before that. I probably spent two years at most in the company and care of my mother from the time I was born until she died.

For most of my life I was raised by my paternal grandparents, Porter D. and Kathryn M. Sargent. The Logli’sRichard, Virginia and their two children, Ann and Mark — lived one house away. 

Richard and his brother Rico owned the grocery store in town, so there was always plenty of food at Richard and Virginia's house which wasn't always the case at mine. They fed me if I was there at meal time, and they took me along on outings to drive-in movies or the amusement park — things my grandparents couldn't afford. Later they moved a block away, which is where Virginia still lives.

Virginia turned 90 in July. In the weeks leading up to her birthday, I was wracking my brain for something special to do for her since, homebody that she is, she'd ruled out a party or going out to celebrate. Finally I remembered how much she likes getting cards in the mail, so I asked residents of my virtual village if they would consider sending her a birthday card.

You came through in spades!!! She received cards from the UK, Canada and all over the US, and had so much fun opening each one, discovering where in the wide world you call home and quizzing me about how it is I’ve come to know you.

The last one arrived — so far, anyway — a week ago, and we decided to set them all up and take a picture. Some of you even sent little gifts: a book from Leominster, foreign paper money, tiny trinkets from Florida, a calendar and picture postcards from Cornwall for her to use.

Thank you all SO much!!! How kind.

My little present back to you is this brief video I’ve been saving since her birthday. On that day Mama Logli said she wanted to ride her bike, and away she peddled with her son Mark frantically running after her. It’s a hoot.


  1. Wow! She is astounding!!!!! Riding a bike at her age? What a gal! Happy Belated Birthday to Mama Logli!!!!!!!!!

    1. She is indeed!! She has a great big loving heart. Fortunately there's room for Paul and me.