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.
