I've posted my Father and miscellaneous other old photographs, but today I want to introduce you to my Mother. She was a beautiful person who lived her entire life providing unconditional love to her children. She married at the age of 16 to my Father who was 11 years older. She gave birth to her first child, my Brother (pictured here). I was born 4 years later. To me she was always beautiful although she suffered from what was known as "nerves" back in the day. Today there would be medical help for the suffering she experienced. My Mother died unexpectedly on Mother's Day (May 12, 1985). My grief is as raw today as the day I received the call. So many things left unsaid and so many lessons I had yet to learn from her. She deserves Heaven, but I miss her so. So, today is my tribute to a Mother who was My Best Friend. Her heritage was Welsh, English and American Indian. She was dark and very beautiful. Her black eyes have revisited us in our Granddaughter, Sophia.
Mother with my Brother and holding ME. This is the only baby picture of me. I was born at the end of WWII and money was scarce for my family. I regret this photo is blurred, but it is very special to me.
My Mother and Me. Nothing much to say here, except I didn't inherit her height (5'8") or her beauty.
During my growing up years there used to be a t.v. show starring Lorretta Young. I always thought my Mother resembled Ms. Young.
I believe someone mentioned scarfs in a blog posting a while back. My Mother never left home without one during the fall and winter months. During winter when our home was far from warm, she might wear one inside as well. On her it worked, I never much cared for them myself.
I inherited from my Father's gene pool and while I'm not unhappy with Me, I do sometimes long to be more like my Mother. This year marks the 25th since I lost her.
With such a complex heritage your Mom must have been a very special woman. She looks very ladylike in the pictures. Being tall, I guess everything she put on herself looked smashing.
ReplyDeleteThis post is a lovely tribute to your much regretted mother.
No matter when you lose your mother it is always a time to reflect and remember the good things. My mom has been gone only two years but her last years were so bad that I just think about her younger years. You have a good collection of photos of your mom. I enjoyed reading it and wish you well.
ReplyDeleteYou are who you are, A much loved cherished wife and artist with a great heritage.
ReplyDeleteYour mother looks lovely!! Her Mental Health conditions sounds very sad.... How hard for her. There is so much more understanding and help today. God Bless you and your lovely page.
Your mother was beautiful, and so are you. In the profile picture especially, I think she looks like Ingrid Bergman. How lovely that her eyes are re-visited in the precious gift of your granddaughter. The unsaid is what haunts most, I think. Blogging, in a way, is a place to say them; to give tribute and voice to those unspoken words.
ReplyDeleteI Lost My Dad in the same year.Your right, even now I learn new things about him & therefore,Myself.
ReplyDeleteYou See The Love Continue and Relect Around You.
A Mighty Post.Thank You.
Regards ,Tony.
So bittersweet in all its details. Thanks for sharing your beloved mama with us.
ReplyDeleteYour mother has such beauty and elegance in these photographs. Obviously a very special woman and much missed. Thanks for sharing this heartfelt tribute.
ReplyDeleteShe was a beautiful woman, indeed.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely post about your mother. And what a beauty she was...just look at those cheekbones! :)
ReplyDeleteLovely tribute to your beautiful mother. I'm sure she is smiling at this post, C.
ReplyDeleteShe does look amazingly like Loretta Young, by the way.
Lovely tribute. It is wonderful that you still honor her and recall her beauty.
ReplyDeleteA fine collection of photographs and a very moving tribute to your mother.
ReplyDeleteYour mother was absolutely stunning! It's so sad that you lost her early on.
ReplyDeleteMy mom was (and still is a scarf-lady and never goes out without one. My dad used to call it her babooshka).
Kat
I lost my mother two months ago at 90 years of age after her living a very full life. To have suddenly lost a mother at a young age must be a crushingly painful experience. She was a lovely woman.
ReplyDeleteLove never dies! What a wonderful tribute, and happy photos! Your mother must surely be smiling about this post.
ReplyDeleteThanks to all who responded. I'm finding it difficult to find much time for blogging at this time, but I do so appreciate those of you who took the time to respond to me. It seems strange to me that my memories of Her are still so strong and have remained so vivid all these years. Although my time with Her was short, I learned so much from her. One of the most important lessons was to always 'touch' the ones you love. (She never passed my brother or me without touching us. If she stood near us, she would fold her arms around us. We always felt so loved and protected. Perhaps she knew her time was short and so she gave more of herself.) Blessings to you all.
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