My mother would have been 100 years old today, June 9, 2024. I'm sitting in her dining room at the moment, looking out the windows of her house at the lake she loved, with my computer on the adjustable pine drafting table my father made for her in the early years of their marriage. Some of her own paintings hang on the walls here, along with mine.
How fortunate I was to have had the mother I did.
She's been gone for eighteen years now, and I still think of her every day. I wish I could celebrate this day with her, but at least I can celebrate her life and her continued presence in mine.
1955. My cousin Bucky, my mother, me, and my maternal grandmother. (The photos above were all taken by my father.)
2024. The same view today.
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