The Bell Jar
My mother spoke German during her childhood in America and was stoned for it during the First World War by the children at school. My German-speaking father, dead since I was nine, came from some manic-depressive hamlet in the black heart of Prussia [...] each time I picked up a German dictionary or a German book, the very sight of those dense, black, barbed-wire letters made my mind shut like a clam. (3.57)
I wish I had a mother like Jay Cee. Then I'd know what to do.
My own mother wasn't much help [...] She was always on to me to learn shorthand after college, so I'd have a practical skill as well as a college degree. (4.10)
Of course, our mothers were good friends. They had gone to school together and then both married their professors and settled down in the same town [...] (5.64)