| Quote #10
There is a photograph of me you have seen but will probably not remember. It was taken in 1918, when I was not yet two. I am on my feet; I appear to be reaching toward the camera; my mother, kneeling behind me, restrains me by some sort of rein that passes over my shoulders. Standing to one side, ignoring me, is my brother, Paul, his cap at a jaunty angle. (3.215)
We spend so much time over the course of the novel thinking about Mrs. Curren's relationship with her daughter and her grandchildren that we forget that she was part of another family once upon a time as a child. Here, we see Mrs. Curren delving into her memories of her mother and brother.