Memories....
Wow, so much has happened since my last post which was in 2013.
I often wonder what kind of person I would be called, some people with old names are often referred to as an "Old Soul". I just remember so much of my past and relate it to things that cross my life. How many others remember a favorite grandparent or aunt/ uncle and compare THEN with NOW.
I have often thought how much my mother and I have mirrored each others lives.
She was just had turned 20 five months before she gave birth to me, (her first)and I had turned 19 when I gave birth to my first son. She had four children and I had four children, both married young, had the same surgery's and so much more.
One thing I always admired about my mother was she was such a lady. I loved watching her put on her make-up as I sat on the edge of her bed talking to her about life as a teenager.
She made me laugh when she described growing up in a house with three sisters and seven brothers.
The parties my grandparents threw just because or when there was a wedding, birth, baptism or how my grandfather would have nothing to do with me during the first month after I was born, after all she wasn't married, and then one day I was crying so hard and my mother couldn't get to me. Then there was silence, she tip toed up the stairs only to find me lying in my grandfathers arms, she said after that day I belonged to him. I loved those days just her and I.
I would watch her pick out her heels and purse, everything had to match and fit just right. She invited me to go with her to look for a dress for a New Years Eve party. We went to a fancy store with dresses in the window that shined. It took so long but she found what she was looking for---- a straight line sliver dress that glimmered, little did I know that five years later I would wear that same dress to my high school Christmas ball with my future husband.
Mom always worked in a office typing 60 words a minute with NO mistakes, she would tell me never work in an office full of women guess what I do now.
Memories come alive by the smell of something beautiful, the morning light in a dew filled field. I have more memories at a later time. Hope not as long as before because new things have happened.
