Good Morning Gentle Readers,
On a warm day in 1939 three little barefoot girls sat impatiently for a picture. Film was expensive so there was but one photograph taken.
Later on they'd be wives and lovers, mom's and aunts, but my cousins and I could never know the little girls that were plunked on the stoop that day, wiggling their toes in the cool grass.
Mom is in the middle with Buff. Aunt Jeanne, shushing the girls. Aunt Betty didn't know she was destined to learn the accordion, a talent that fascinated me as a child.
Happy Mother's Day.
As Ever,
TWC