Ode to the Doppich

I've been sorting through boxes of memorabilia because we're moving this weekend, and I found this gem among some of my mom's things. It was handwritten, but I've transcribed it here for posterity because when the muse struck her, she wrote some really brilliant verse. A few context notes follow. Ode to the Doppich* A …

O, the Cussedness of Winter

AS MENTIONED IN a recent post and in the eulogy my sister and I wrote, our mom put remarkable effort into hating everything about winter. Rosemary hated the cold and the dark. She hated snow and ice. She hated how the threat of bad weather might impact her ability to travel somewhere, so much so …