All of us have mothers~~some of us are lucky enough to really get to know our mothers~~~some of us aren't.
For those of us who aren't lucky; we gather bits and dabs of information where we can and try to put together a person that we think we know.
That is the case here..
My mother was a gorgeous woman (this body goes with the head above...for some reason my scanner would not scan this whole pic (O: (O: She had a complicated life and a complicated death. Because of this fact; I have very few of her possessions.
My beautiful Aunt Ruthie saved what she could and passed them down to me when appropriate.
Her high school diploma....
She only had nine people in her graduating class....can you imagine
A class autograph book given to my mother by a fellow classmate. Inside are little poems and sentiments written from friends.
The cross that my mother had during her final days....I have made it into a beautiful keepsake bottle.
A tea set and a few beautiful china plates that I have in my home.
These are the only things I have left of hers....and when I come across them from time to time...I remember how much I loved her and how I seemed to realize from a very early age that she was sort of a lost soul placed on this earth for only a short time.
Oftentimes.....It seemed....I was the mother and she was the daughter..
More tomorrow....enough for today...
Stay well sweet friends,