So we are at the end of the second Mothers' Day with both of our mothers gone; odd that my mom and Celia's mom died within 4 months or so of each other.
I am one of those lucky ones who, when I wed, truly gained another set of parents, and Celia's Mom, Carolyn Cox Partch, was the picture of the gracious southern lady; my mother, Mildred Avalon Scarborough Cutler was a strong-willed, powerful woman.
Friday, I was looking through photographic archives for some pictures of when Tommy was younger, and I came across some photographs of my mom and of Celia's mom, and for some reason I cannot identify, I missed them more now than ever. I recall things they each said that made me laugh or made me think, and occasionally I have the impulse to pick up the phone and call one or the other with a story.
Friday, I ate lunch at the restaurant adjacent to where my mom's flower shop was... and they were tearing the building down. That didn't help much.
Today, I spoke with Lillian Cox, my Grandmother-in-law, the one who lives in Tallahassee and is 102 years old- she is looking forward to our visit this summer, and says she hopes she can make it 'til then... but she's been saying that for fifteen years, now. The house is for sale, but I don't think she'll actually sell it. Imagine what she's seen since 1907.
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Not going anywhere with this, except to remind you that, if you still have your mothers, be sure you call 'em, get their stories, tell 'em yours. I sure wish I still could.
I am one of those lucky ones who, when I wed, truly gained another set of parents, and Celia's Mom, Carolyn Cox Partch, was the picture of the gracious southern lady; my mother, Mildred Avalon Scarborough Cutler was a strong-willed, powerful woman.
Friday, I was looking through photographic archives for some pictures of when Tommy was younger, and I came across some photographs of my mom and of Celia's mom, and for some reason I cannot identify, I missed them more now than ever. I recall things they each said that made me laugh or made me think, and occasionally I have the impulse to pick up the phone and call one or the other with a story.
Friday, I ate lunch at the restaurant adjacent to where my mom's flower shop was... and they were tearing the building down. That didn't help much.
Today, I spoke with Lillian Cox, my Grandmother-in-law, the one who lives in Tallahassee and is 102 years old- she is looking forward to our visit this summer, and says she hopes she can make it 'til then... but she's been saying that for fifteen years, now. The house is for sale, but I don't think she'll actually sell it. Imagine what she's seen since 1907.
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Not going anywhere with this, except to remind you that, if you still have your mothers, be sure you call 'em, get their stories, tell 'em yours. I sure wish I still could.