First I have to say
that “Finn was not happy about this party hat…but he did like his doggie chocolate Cookie.
It seems like yesterday when I brought him home.
Finn has been a sweet little friend, and each day has been a adventure. He makes us laugh, and he cuddles so close…Happy 1 year old….
My Mother over the years said Dick Clark never looked older. So much has been said about Dick, but I thought he was really cute. I would rush home from school to watch American Bandstand. At age 13 this was the “Most!”
My Mother was 31 and would watch it with me, Mama with her coffee and me with pink cool-aid. My little sister Sharon would dance to bandstand, she was 5. It was fun to see your favorite singers and watch the kids dance. I think a lot of us learn to dance watching Bandstand. We had favorite couples, and there was the clothes….we all wanted to be on Bandstand. Dick Clark gave us so many things over the years…but for me it was music, it was a sweet time to be young, At school we would talk about the show…who was cute, who looked like they were in love, and did you see what that couple was doing…I bet her Mom saw that…it was like Coca Cola and chewing gum, and how many petty coats you could fit under your skirt…it was fun.
Thanks Dick for all the COOL!!!!!
I am going to use it for the first time today.
This is Jenny & her son Summit at a Bronco game…..
This is my Great Granddaughter. I wish I could have been in Washington State for Easter. I have bragging rights, I think she is adorable. Grandma’s little lotus Flower:)
I just love this picture of Kayla (mommy) and Bella….
My Mother was a child of the depression era. And when I was growing up there was a radio on top of the refrigerator that played all the time. She loved the old favorites, but she and my Dad liked Rock & Roll too. Mama bought me a record player with Green stamps when I was 14 years old. And my Dad bought me GI blues album (Elvis). They were real fans of his. Dad could hardly wait to see “Love Me Tender.” Mama did dance, she danced a lot with my Grandpa Dotson. They could do a mean quick step…I always knew when life was good for Mama, she would sing doing chores. After she passed I found a tablet where she wrote songs down word for word.
House cleaning; Mama would not have gotten good marks, and although she cooked really good food, it was not Martha Stewart. If she hit ya with a hamburger patty, you would be hurt. I loved her fried potatoes and Spanish rice. Dad ate out a lot. But Thanksgiving and Christmas she put out the best food…and her cookies were amazing.
My Mother made me a few items of clothing, but what I will always remember is her quilts done with love. She loved color. Mama wore heals with a sweet cotton dress most of the time. But as the styles changed she wore pants and flats. Mama made beautiful table doilies for everyone, but few in her house.
My Mama drank black coffee all day long and smoked. There was always a ashtray in the middle of the coffee table. Everyone smoked in those days. At least that is what it felt like. I wonder how we saw each other through the smoke haze.
Mama loved Chinese food, so Dad would take us all out for a night of tea, fortune cookies and chicken chow-main. Loved it!!! I do not remember seeing my Mama drink beer, wine or anything. But she said that she liked it so much that she did not drink it. I know she drank a lot in her young days.
My mother believed in God, but did not go to church. She found the people in the church judgmental and she found no joy there. But she knew her Bible better than most.
My Mama would not talk for days if she was unhappy with Dad or one of us kids, mostly me. In those times, I wished she would yell really loud and got it off her chest, and stop throwing dishes on the table hard…her silence was really loud.
Mama was devoted to Dad, you might say they were nuts about each other. They met when Mama was 16 and from then on it was always about Dad. You might say they had a passion for each other. They loved to play and play they did.
Mama had just turned 36 when I got married at 18. Looking back, her and Dad were so young when I came into their life…I am sure that I was a unexpected happening. If I were to write it all down, I am sure you would find her a wild child, and Mama made sure that I wasn’t. You could say I was sheltered, but that is not what it was, it was more like looking out the window and knowing life was going on, but you were not to join in…so I did not. Fear Factor!!!!
I hear her voice all the time. I miss her every day. She was 75 when she passed, she couldn’t be without Dad very long…she missed him so much.
Life is not perfect and we are not perfect in it. The love I have for my Mama is made up of always wanting to be loved by her. And I was…it just wasn’t a Leave it to Beaver family…and that would have been so boring!!!!
If this is just way to much information..blame it on Kate and Janet:)
