"Jack Clark's wondrous celebration of his working-class mother and her natural gifts as a storyteller has touched me deeply. "Hooray for Mary Jo Ryan Clark and her boy Jack." --Studs Terkel "The book itself is a marvel of writerly restraint... Some are private moments--being 4 years old, getting shiny new shoes and remembering looking down at them as she toed circles in the sawdust on a butcher...
When Mary Jo Clark died at age 90, she left behind a library that nobody knew existed. In the back of a desk drawer, and in a sealed carton, her children found seven desk calendars, chronicling the years1937 to 1943. On thousands of three by four inch pages, Mary Jo tells the story of her young adulthood. But it’s also the story of her generation, which has been dubbed ‘ The Greatest Generation...