Ha –ha! Not this far back! My Uncle Adam and my mother in 1920.
Yesterday I got a call asking about my mother’s married status in
1994. It was for an improperly filled out land deed transaction and
the clerk just wanted to fill in the missing information.
I gave her what she needed and the call was over in just a couple of
minutes. But I have been skimming around in those years now-
looking at the past. Rethinking and remembering.
Here she is again in 1935- about 17 years old.
My parents anniversary is coming up on May 6th. When he died,
they had been married for 32 years. She lived another 34 years as
a widow- not interested in marrying again- she said there was no
one else she could love like she did my father.
And here they are- she is about 32 here- so around- I don’t know-
my brain isn’t up to math today.
But there they are- in love- facing life and death together.
I miss my parents.
They were brave and beautiful.
They lived through tumultuous times and survived.
They loved and lost and won and gave their children
a firm base to grow upon.
And now I’M Grandma.
Funny- I still feel like a little girl.
so nice! I loved your article!
I miss them too! And I never even knew Grandpa! Still, I like the look of him. He looks like everything I already know, like the back of my hand.
I will be revisiting this post often because I very much love the thoughts and I need to spend time on the pictures… thank you!
Lovely photos, Heidi! Your mum already looked so grown up at 17 and 35…
Thank you! I miss them. There are time when I wish it was possible to talk with them. I miss the sound of their voices.
This is beautiful Heidi, one of the reasons I started my blog is so that I can honour my grandma with all her great recipes!
Thank you all for your kind comments.
This was a hard post- my father died when I was 16 and it totally changed my life. My mother passed when I was an adult and that loss left me very vulnerable.
I look back upon those years and am amazed at the courage and stamina my parents showed me.
And I miss them- the sound of their voices (yes, Cynthia, I would like to talk with them once more, as well. But I will always hear our mother calling my name
on the answering machine- “Heidi? Heidi- are you there? OK- call me back. This is your mother.”)