BG and I sat on the back porch, allergens galore, and talked today. We've been through so much together that we really don't even have to mention a memory but once and the other "gets it." I see my mama's mind slipping away at times yet this morning she recited the names of every member of a local family up the street from their family compound on Pate. She and her sister Nancy grew up there and their grandmother was next door up the hill past the alley. My daddy's mother lived across the street. Needless to say I was properly cared for after school. I remember little things from that time, like where I was when JFK got murdered.
There is this vintage photograph of my mama and her sister as children beautifully dressed in blue and bows and smiling like good little girls. I've had it in a frame that a dear friend gave to me 20+ years ago and it makes me smile to see it every time I pass by. They were born into the best of times when life was not so complicated. The financial blessings of a hard working man who was once in a traveling band managed to get them all over the country for things like the World's Fair and whatnot. This was the boom time following WWII in which I was born.
I think that the most valuable lesson that I've learned from both father and mother is that you should always help those who don't have as much as you because it's what J would do. I guess that's how I became co-dependent. Nah, I blame that on the South.
Happy mother's day to everybody and you're next ^j^