3 generations of grauation portraits
mom, me , and my daughter
It was hot and humid and I had been in the house all day watching the kids, my brothers and sisters that is. Dad was at work and mom was working too, and she would not be home until around 3:00. Saturdays were always better than the week days because mom would be home at 3:00 instead of going into work at 3:00. I remember how lonely it seemed when she would leave each late afternoon for her job at Analog Devices. Dad was great, but he never really had an art for cooking like mom did so, we often had canned sardines and boiled potatoes for supper. Not quite the pot roasts, and meatloaf with mashed potatoes that mom could make! PLUS, dads in the 60's weren't as hands on as they are now so, things seemed awkward when mom wasn't around. The tempo wasn't the same and the house was missing something. I know things were tough to make ends meet in those days, and therefore mom decided to help out by working nights. That way her children always had a parent guiding them.
But, saturdays were different.
On saturdays we would clean the house, and as you remember because I was the oldest, I would boss everyone into doing the chores. Starting with the stripping of beds and making them up again fresh with sheets right from the clothes line we continued with polishing the furniture. Then we would vacuum and wash floors, and clean the kitchen and bathroom. This particular Saturday was no different except I wanted everything to shine, and it did!
Then I made the prettiest cake a 14 year old of the 60's could make, and decorated it just so, and surrounded it with cards and a present and displayed it nicely arrayed on the kitchen table, and waited.
It was my mother's birthday and I rarely saw her being treated special so, I wanted to make her feel special.
I continued to celebrate her birthday each year unitl she passed away in 1993,
and even now I go to a special restraunt, one that isn't a chain, one that sometimes looks out onto the ocean and one where there is a corner table for two.
I sit alone and think of all the birthdays and lunches my mom and I shared.
Today I am going to do it again, to sit and talk.
I don't think there will ever be a birthday of hers that I won't be sharing with her.
As each year passes it becomes more and more poignant at how young she was when she left us for good. I am still lonesome for her after 17 years. She will be younger than I will be soon, and I will become the old woman speaking to the younger mature woman one day. But I will always feel like her little girl. I hope she feels special now.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM
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