|Mom at her favorite spot in her garden, at the end of the day|
My Mom died in 2010. This is the third year that I will not send her a Mother's Day card. Oh sure, I know "holidays" like Mother's Day are over commercialized but my Mother did like to receive a Mother's Day card.
Mom (far left) with her two older brothers George (center) and Randall (right) She told me that later her brothers tore the head off of her doll. This is the only picture of have of my Mom as a little girl. It was taken around 1927
I honored my Mother every day of the year. Whenever I saw something that I thought she would like, I bought it for her. I didn't have to wait for a holiday. For you see, I was one of those lucky kids who had a great Mom.
|Mom holding her half sister Ruthie on her shoulder- this is the only picture I have of my Mom when she was about 14 years old -1 937|
Oh sure, towards the end of her life, when she started to slip into dementia, things got difficult. The last year or so of her life she was very angry with me. I think her anger had a lot to do with the fact that I moved from Pennsylvania to Delaware, thus leaving her. She felt the same way when my younger brother John moved to South Carolina with his wife over thirty years ago. However, we didn't "leave" her. She was living with our other brother Isaac. For you see, "her boys" (as she always used to call us), had all the bases covered.
|Mom as a high school sophomore - 1939|
I had a room for her at our house here in Delaware. She lived with Isaac at her home of over fifty years in Pennsylvania until he could no longer care for her. That when we tricked her into moving to South Carolina with brother John, who is a care pastor and had the facilities in his home to better accommodate our increasingly frail mother. Plus, John had two women (his wife and daughter) who could better attend to our Mom's "woman's needs" than Isaac or Bill and I could.
|Mom's graduation picture 1940 - she never graduated - she got married when she was 16 years old had me|
My brothers Isaac and John and I promised our Mother that we would never put her in a nursing home. I have to admit that the last couple months of her life became increasingly difficult for John and his wife Barbara to care for Mom. She was very demanding and difficult (as a result of her dementia). But then she had her good days which made all the difficult days fade.
|Mom, me and Pop - 1941|
|Mom and me - 1941 - humble beginnings but happy|
There is a rarely a day that goes by that I don't think of my Mother. We were best friends. I discussed everything with her. When she died I felt like part of me died. In fact, part of me did die. She was always there for me. For sixty-eight years I had the comfort and security of knowing that my Mother was never more than a phone call away, ready to listen to my latest drama.
|Guess who makes their arrival in November 1941? Yep, it's me!|
My Mom loved me like no one else has ever done. Bill comes a close second but no one, and I mean no one loved me like my Mom. And I in turn can never love a woman like I loved my Mom.
|I was a Happy Baby (so says my Mother) - 1942|
When I was younger and confused about my sexuality I often thought it had to do with my close relationship with my Mother. I could never imagine anything other than a loving (platonic) and respectful relationship with any other woman other than my Mother. Any other kind of relationship (carnal) with a woman repealed me (no offense to my present women friends). I still feel the same way today.
|No mistaking who the Mama's boy was - that's me leaning on my Mom while my two younger brothers are trying to figure out that toy typewriter - 1950|
I have many photos of my Mom. Yesterday I pulled some out to represent my relationship with her over the years. Some of these photos I have posted before in this blog. Perhaps I'm posting too many this time. But you know what? It gives me a good feeling to honor my Mom this way on her special day. I'm sorry Mom that I couldn't send you a Mother's Day card this year but here is my annual tribute to you Mom. As I said earlier in this posting, I was one of the lucky kids. I had a great Mom.
|Mom - one of my first pictures with my new camera she bought for me for Christmas - 1954|
Some day Mom, if there is a Heaven perhaps we will see each other again. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
|Mom and "her boys" 1952|
|Mom and "her boys" 2005|
|Mom and No. 1 Son (that would be me) 2000|
|Me and Mom 2003 - a special friendship|
|Mom - 2006|
|Mom with her cousin Sandy (left) and niece Elaine (right) - 2005|
|Mom didn't get many hugs growing up - me and my brothers tried to make up for it - 2007|
|Me helping Mom back to her house - 2007|
|Brother John helping Mom to her chair|
|Mom at the car where she met Pop - she was in the rumble seat - Pop carried this picture in his wallet until the day he died|
|The last picture I have of me with Mom - June 2010 (yes, she was mad at me)|
|A few months before she died - brother John got her on one of her good days - 2010|
|Pop and Mom - 1960|