Happy Mother’s Day!
[NOTE: This is a slightly-edited repeat of my traditional Mother’s Day post. It was written while my mother was still alive.]
Okay, who are these three dark beauties?
A hint: one of them is one of the very first pictures you’ve ever seen on this blog of neo, sans apple. Not that you’d recognize me, of course. Even my own mother might not recognize me from this photo.
My own mother, you say? Of course she would. Ah, but she’s here too, looking a bit different than she does today—Mother’s Day—at ninety-eight years of age. Just a bit; maybe her own mother wouldn’t recognize her, either.
Her own mother? She’s the one who’s all dressed up, with longer hair than the rest of us.
The photo of my grandmother was taken in the 1880’s; the one of my mother in the teens of the twentieth century; and the one of me, of course, in the 1950s.
Heredity, ain’t it great? My mother and grandmother are both sitting for formal portraits at a professional photographer’s studio, but by the time I came around amateur snapshots were easy to take with a smallish Brownie camera. My mother is sitting on the knee of her own grandfather, my grandmother’s father, a dapper gentleman who was always very well-turned out. I’m next to my older brother, who’s reading a book to me but is cropped out of this photo. My grandmother sits alone in all her finery.
We all not only resemble each other greatly in our features and coloring, but in our solemnity. My mother’s and grandmother’s seriousness is probably explained by the strange and formal setting; mine is due to my concentration on the book, which was Peter Pan (my brother was only pretending to read it, since he couldn’t read yet, but I didn’t know that at the time). My mother’s resemblance to me is enhanced by our similar hairdos (or lack thereof), although hers was short because it hadn’t really grown in yet, and mine was short because she purposely kept it that way (easier to deal with).
My grandmother not only has the pretty ruffled dress and the long flowing locks, but if you look really closely you can see a tiny earring dangling from her earlobe. When I was young, she showed me her baby earrings; several miniature, delicate pairs. It astounded me that they’d actually pierced a baby’s ears (and that my grandmother had let the holes close up later on, and couldn’t wear pierced earrings any more), whereas I had to fight for the right to have mine done in my early teens.
I’m not sure what my mother’s wearing; some sort of baby smock. But I know what I have on: my brother’s hand-me-down pajamas, and I was none too happy about it, of that you can be sure.
So, a very happy Mother’s Day to you all! What would mothers be without babies…and mothers…and babies….and mothers….?
98 huh, my ( who I’m taking care of) Dad is 94.
Happy Mother’s Day, moms.
A tribute to a mother: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NgGwgK8SA4
Happy mothers day
Happy Mother’s Day! I’m so grateful I had the opportunity to be one.
At our son’s graduation from Chapel Hill, Archbishop Tutu opened with a huge laugh. He noted that it was also Mother’s Day: “But before you start celebrating your mother, I would suggest that you thank your father….after all, he’s the one who turned her into a mother!”
There was a split second of shock and then the whole stadium cracked up!
A gangster DA only a mother could love….
“Alvin Bragg’s Office Deleted Phone Call Records Of Michael Cohen And Stormy Daniels’ Lawyer”—
https://www.zerohedge.com/political/alvin-braggs-office-deleted-phone-call-records-michael-cohen-and-stormy-daniels-lawyer
I guess obstruction is only obstruction when they believe they can nail Trump for it…(as they commit obstruction that is NOT obstruction when they believe the can nail Trump with it…).
Oh yes, Happy Mother’s Day…
My youngest daughter was born on Mothers’ Day. Her birthday is tomorrow.
Happy Mothers’ Day.
I have wished my daughters and granddaughter (a future mother, I hope) Happy Mother’s Day.
I have had a bad two weeks:hospital stay and then xfer to a “Rehab Center”
which was prison-equal. I am glad to be home and independent again!
Cicero, congratulations on your escape from Rehab! Stay healthy!
Bill Maher actually hits the nail on the head…
The Media is the problem
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lap1YE0uAC8
My great grandmother, my grandmother, my mother, myself and now my daughter all look alike. Daughter is the least like us but still no doubt at all. When people look at our pictures unless there is a distinct change in photography style and clothes they can’t tell one from the other. Clearly it came down the female line almost as if there were no males involved at all!
Happy Mother’s day to all!
Happy Mother’s Day to you, Neo!
What Scott said Neo… hope it’s been blessed.
I am of course grateful to my wife and both our mothers.
But I also very very grateful for the wonderful young women who are our daughters-in-law. They have created loving homes for our sons and grandchildren.
Oh yeah happy Mother’s day!!!