Its amazing the things you remember seeing your mother doing in the 1950’s. Chain smoking Kent’s and Viceroy’s, chain drinking coca-colas, and ironing. A child’s perspective is from 4 feet above the ground; I was looking up at her. I came to understand it was more than removing wrinkles from her garments. It was her way of achieving a temporary perfection. She could control the way the world perceived her. It struck me in retrospect it was her internal way of world re-ordering the external. She had some doubts about her self while I had none about her, she was perfect. She was a self divided and she was preparing her better half.