The Resident, is a local Mystic, CT paper, and the first publication that reached out to me for an interview once A Girl From the Hill became available.
What follows is the interview, which is not electronically available yet. You can check out there site, http://www.theresident.com/ as I’m hoping it will be out there soon.
The gentleman who interviewed m, Roger Zotti, did send me a hardcopy in the mail, which I received yesterday. To say I was touched by his effort is an understatement.
A Parent’s Hardship and Recovery – by Roger Zotti
The best way to understand the power of Patricia L. Mitchell’s “A Girl from the Hill: My Mother’s Journey from Italian Girl to American Woman” (Balboa Press) is to give you a taste. Consider “The Old Crow,” perhaps the book’s most telling chapter, which is about the ‘very severe depression’ Patricia’s mother, Dahlia Lydia Fiore Testa, suffered. It’s about Dahlia’s numerous fears, especially “the fear of anyone seeing how frightened she was.”
3/4 front view of a female snapping turtle (Chelydra serpentina), taken near the St. Lawrence River in northern New York state. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Sometimes, worry can totally consumes the Crow. She doesn’t get out of the house much these days, and with all the rain she can’t even sit on her deck and soak up some sun. That just amplifies her stress levels. Today she was worried about a change in my Dad’s meds. I had all the info, but in addition to calling me about the changes, the doctor’s office also called her. This is a mistake, because my mother often gets confused and is so worried about potentially getting the instructions wrong, that she invariably will. So she wanted to call me to confirm what she thought she hear about my dad’s potassium dosage.
Except with the Crow, if she calls you and you don’t answer, she just doesn’t leave a message. She keeps calling you until you pick up the phone. It doesn’t matter if it’s important or not. If she wants the answer she will not relent. So she didn’t.
Sitting in sort of an important meeting I let her first call go. The second one I began to panic myself: is this an emergency? I always forget about her compulsion to know the answers when I see that number and “Mom and Dad” come up on my phone more than once.
So I snapped at her a bit. “Mom, you can’t keep calling and hanging up when I don’t answer. Leave me a message and I’ll call you back as soon as I can.” It’s awkward taking calls in a very quiet meeting where my boss is presenting important information that I cannot afford to miss.
She snapped back “I won’t call you at work any more then.” All or Nothing.
Thank you all for the kind and generous response! PayPal should be up and running tomorrow for those that would like to pre-order an autograph copy of A Girl From the Hill. Or Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I will provide instructions on how to make a payment by check.
Apparently Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Balboa Press are all offering the book now too, but you’ll save shipping costs and get an autograph copy if you buy through me.
The positive response from you all overwhelms me! Thank you with all my heart. My Mom is quite excited too by the way. A nice dividend …
By the way, the folks will be celebrating their 67th anniversary on Monday May 6th. The picture here is from their 25th Anniversary party in 1971. My mother always loved her Gardenia’s.
Today my Dad had to go to the hospital. He’s home safe and sound, but he fell early this morning trying to get out of bed. My parents worked together to get him up, him crawling on the floor and my mother sitting in a bedroom chair to weigh it down so he could use it to climb up. I wonder if in their wildest dreams in 1971 if they ever imagined they’d have to endure such struggles as they did today. At least they work well together as a team – they have certainly had enough practice. Love you both.