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On a warm day in 1939, someone in St Paul offered us a glance at the life of three barefoot girls. Later they'd be mom's and aunts, but my cousins and I could never know those little girls plunked on the stoop wiggling their toes in the cool grass. My mother is in the middle with Buff. That's my Aunt Jeanne shushing everyone up. At three or four years old, Aunt Betty didn't know she was destined to learn the accordion, a talent that fascinated me as a child.
Then there's the family resemblance, I never realized that the House Blond favors my mother until this picture. There's something a bit unnerving yet profoundly moving about seeing your child’s face in your mother’s. That something may well be deeply rooted in the biology of family or it may just be important because we value it for it's own sake.
I don't have much else to say except, may this day be just what you imagined it might be.
Happy Mother's Day.
BTW Mom, what ever happened to Buff?