It's Sepia Saturday again. Since my dear mother is recovering from shoulder replacement surgery, I thought I'd feature her image this week. This is little Betty with her dog Spot. She was born in a small town in Oregon, the third of four sisters. The Depression defined her childhood, though I don't know how much she knew or understood. Her high school years were spent in the shadow of World War Two. She went to college at a time when women sought an "MRS." degree. She had a lovely singing voice and often performed as the vocalist for weddings and funerals. I remember once when I was really little that she was on television in Indianapolis. She worked in the library at Butler University, putting Hubby through school, so to speak. She worked on and off through my childhood, when working mothers were somewhat odd and not at all normative. It wasn't a matter of personal choice as much as necessity, because her husband's ministerial salary couldn'...
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This is a lovely Haiku..
RS..
Thanks for the post.
happy Mothers day to you Meri!
x..x
xo,
Noelle
writes his little songs,
I listen.
pulls at the contours of my heart.
thank you for this meri,
this call out for love to spill over all our edges!
I'd love to hear one sing especially in Kyoto.Wouldn't that be something?
Happy Mother's Day dearest Meri.
Rosie
may your day spill over with love, to the moon and back.
we are all in the garden,
where a vision awaits you...