Mothers and daughters can take a lifetime or two to decide if they are friends or they can just be friends.
When I was little my Mother was that person who was always there, always doing, forever in the service of everyone but herself.
I loved her as every child loves their Mother, it seemed we had the perfect Mother/ Daughter relationship.
Then I became a teenager. Continue reading Fry Runs and Smoothies
I was talking with one of my sisters today about pictures.
Pictures of ourselves and pictures of our ancestors.
In this day of digital photography we can take as many photos of ourselves as we wish, and usually destroy more than we keep, we often forget that in the old days, if a photo was even taken, you had to deal with what you got.
I showed a picture of old Mrs. Howse in the story yesterday of my parents marriage. Here she is as a young mother about 18 years of age or so.
Her maiden name was Sarah Ellen Philips. Sarah was born 2 December 1878. Continue reading the Weavers of Your Cloth