Happy Mother's Day

Good Morning Gentle Readers,

One warm day in 1939, someone in St Paul accorded us a peak into the life of three barefoot girls. Later on they'd be wives, moms, and aunts, but my cousins and I would never know the little girls plunked on the stoop that day, wiggling their toes in the cool grass.

My mother is in the middle with Buff. That's my Aunt Jeanne shushing everyone up. At six or seven years old, Aunt Betty didn't know she was destined to learn the accordion, a talent that fascinated me as a child.

TWC didn't realize that the House Blond favors Ma until I saw this picture. There's something a bit unnerving yet profoundly moving about seeing a bit of 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.

When I was a wee lad church services on Mother's Day always saw a big turnout. Everybody wore a flower in honor of the moms. Fine so far, but tradition dictated a red flower, rose or carnation, if your mother was living and a white flower if she had passed. I always thought: what the heck? Not quite on par with digging up bones for a picnic, but still, just a bit morbid for my childish sensibilities.

May this day be just what you imagined it might be.

As Always,

TWC

Comments

[Laura@Storytellin' Mama]

I love the picture... It brings back a different time! Katie does look a little like your mom!