In an era -- Winter, 1951 -- when pictures were more of a luxury
Here I am, squirming away in my mother's arms. I'm six, or so, months old and my mother and I are in my grandparent's yard. I was supposed to be the first of several children, but the others never came. My mother always said, "I thank G'd for my one." Today, twenty six years after my mother died, and every day, I thank G'd for my mother.
Happy Mother's Day to mothers, to aunts, to godmothers, to mothers of fur babies and to all who mother and love.