My mom would be 93 today.
She died when she was 58. I have tons of photos from our years as a family. We always took a lot of pictures -- she and dad were amateur photographers, right down to the darkroom in the basement. But the photos I love most are those from long ago. Especially those taken during her childhood summers at the lake.
This might be my favorite -- Mom, on the left in front, with her three sisters. She's laughing so hard -- she always laughed. And I have seen myself laugh exactly the same way.
There was always a camera at the lake. Lots of kid pictures...(this is her younger sister Grace).
But when she and her best friend Fran were older, they'd dress up and take pictures of each other on the beach.
Mom and Fran would knit their clothes -- Mom made this one!
(I don't know about you, but if I had knit this dress with the angora on top, I wouldn't have posed sitting in the sand.)
Even on a picnic they wore hats. (She would have been great at the Royal Wedding!)
It was a different time -- a time when women wore skirts at the lake, for one thing.
And oh, how I wish I'd picked her brain more on all these stories while she was still here to tell them.
Soon, soon, soon it will be summer. And I know the first person I will visit -- as I do each year -- is Fran, who will tell me more stories -- and remind me of my mom. I can't wait.
NOTE: One thing my mom loved as much as I did was a good Broadway musical and while she died before Stephen Sondheim hit his stride, she was fond of shows like "Gypsy," "West Side Story," "Follies" and "Company." She would have loved "Finishing the Hat," which I'm talking about over at Chopsticks and String. Please check it out!
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