Yes, that (below) was a good essay, worth reading this short book for. But others in the collection are even more meaningful. And a lot are very dated. I remember liking Bombeck when I was very young, and am glad to know I still do... but I can't quite recommend this to people who don't already have a reason to read her.
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> I am looking for the title of a fiction short story that I read in a used book many years ago -- perhaps around 1984-1988. I think the stories in the book were written by the same author, though I'm not sure. I don't remember the author's name. I erroneously believed the story was in Erma Bombeck's book, "If Life Is a Bowl of Cherries, What Am I Doing in the Pits?", which I read on the same trip. Maybe the actual book was also in the humor genera.
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> In the story, an aging woman casually discusses the common, day-to-day events of her life with her husband, who has died years ago, and who she misses deeply. She converses with him constantly, acting as if he can hear her from heaven. She says things like, "Well, Ed, today I went to the store to buy bread, and while I was there ..." (The former sentence is a made-up example of how she talks, and I'm sure his name isn't really Ed.) The entire story is just her ongoing monologue, written almost like diary entries, with different dates listed. One of the few details I remember is that the woman references her husband's deep love for golf. At another one point, she begins the day's narrative by with the tongue-in-cheek remark, "Ed, if you can hear me, give me a sign ... like lowering the heat to 95 degrees." Then she goes on to talk about the sweltering environment in the place where she has newly moved. She has hardships as she ages, but the story has a sweet and gentle poignancy. At the end of the story, she is finally placed in a nursing home. On her first day, she continues to talk to Ed quietly, sad but accepting. Then the short story switches from first person to third person, as one of the other elderly residents approaches her and asks who she was talking to. The woman awkwardly admits that she was talking to her husband Ed. The second woman brightens and says enthusiastically, "Did you say 'Ed'? Oh! My George died a few years ago, and he talks about an Ed all the time! Does he play golf? What is his handicap?" (I'm pretty sure that these were the exact or almost exact words of the last two sentences.) It was a very sweet surprise ending.
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> Does anyone know the title of this short story?
It is by Erma Bombeck, but from a different book: "Motherhood: The
Second Oldest Profession". (Perhaps you were reading one of the omnibus
collections that include both this and "If Life Is a Bowl..."?) The
story in question is titled "Rose" (Chapter 37), and the final paragraph is:
Her visitor said, "You're talking to Seymour? My husband died two
years ago and talks about a Seymour all the time. Does he play golf?
What's his handicap?"