Named
Mosser has been my nickname for 26 years. The way that it came about was by accident. A VERY special person and wonderful human in my life had a speech impediment and pronounced my Christian name Marcia as “Mosser”. Low and behold it was hysterical, it took, and everyone started calling me Mosser because it was fun. The other day my mother reminded me that there had been a Marcia in my family for more than a few consecutive generations. That touched me and as a result, I have been thinking a lot about my Aunt and my namesake Marcia Rogers who was born in 1931 and lived for less than a year. It was always made clear to me how special this was and over the years I have spent a great deal of time thinking about this little person and the mindful reservation of this inheritance. I possess her belongings, which consist of a little tin cup and a silver baby spoon with her name etched on them. After her death, my grandparents drove her tiny coffin to Portland Maine in their Model T to be buri...