I know the human being and the fish can coexist peacefully

"I Remember Mama" was a television show I watched for the first time in 1953.  The show taught me that everything would not always remain the same.  I would not always be a child, I would not always spend endless adventurous days with my older brother, and my mother would not always be there to comfort, praise, and teach me.

The story, told through the eyes of the daughter, did not live forever either.  It ran from 1949 until until 1956 before a live audience and, like real life, there is no taped record of the show except for a 13-week segment that was brought back by popular demand in 1957.

Although my own mother is now a memory, she too may be back by popular demand...or her name anyway. Much has happened in her absence, and now her great granddaughter may share her name as well as her DNA.

Another Zelma, 95 years after the birth of the first.  "Most of what matters in our lives takes place in our
absence"...Salman Rushdie's words in Midnight's Children.  So true.