Mother's Day. Read a number of blogs today talking about mothers. What I remember..., they passed so long ago I didn't have a chance to say..., if only..., mine wasn't like that, my mother....The pictures on the left are of Lorie and me when she was about 3 and family picture of Lorie, Shane and me when we were all a few years younger.
My mother had dreams which somehow got lost. She became bitter. She was negative on life. However, she had a great sense of humor at times. She was an oxymoron. She did the best she knew how to do...even if I only discovered that years too late to tell her.
My grandmother, Mom, was a pistol.
The picture below (somehwere in the collage) is 4 generations. Mother, Mom, Me, and Lorie. Mom didn't take anything from anyone. She would chase you around the house with a broom handle if you didn't mind. She also was a great cook who had no written recipes. Earlier post is about my trying to make her coffee cake. She also didn't finish school (grade school). She had a Children's Bible which she read and you would find her on her knees behind a rocking chair (which I have) when the tornado sirens went off.
Various pictures of me with Lorie (as a baby) .Last picture is me (Farah Fawcett hair) with my Mother.
Happy Mother's Day, Mother.
2 comments:
Sue, those are some really great photos you posted of you, lorie, shane and the family. Awesome. I really loved that yello dress you had on...wow:) Very nice post as well. Good luck on sales and enjoy yourselves on the road.
Yours,
Evil Step Son
I remember that hair-do. I remember sitting on the closed toilet seat in the bathroom of our house in Schaumburg, watching while you rolled your hair with hot rollers. You had such thick hair, you just kept rolling and rolling! I thought you were the Most Beautiful Creature in the world. And, I still do. :)
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