Mother’s Day without your Mom leaves a big space to comb through the past.
I cannot count myself fortunate enough that on my last visit with her in 2011 (never expecting it to be the last), that I got her to record some audio stories of her past, growing up, her family life, meeting my Dad, etc. This little snippet includes her talking about moving from the “inner city” of Baltimore “uptown” to Garrison Avenue (which these days would be considered inner city Baltimore).
Mom talks about her fondness for her father, his need to be busy on projects (or napping), and hints at a more distance relationship with her own mother, but that her mother had a special tradition of hand making a specific dress style that little girl my Mom had chosen from a store window.
I barely remember my maternal Grandmother, Ida, who came to this country on a boat from Lithuania with her mother, Sarah, in 1904:
For anyone who is with their Mom, do yourself a favor, and get some audio recordings of their life stories. Do it for your future self, when you sadly will be facing your own missing Mom pieces.
Top / Featured Image: Thinking about my Mom today I sought out my flickr photos from the last time I saw her, a visit with her in Florida in February 2011. My timeline in flickr allows this (sadly in the past I could link to my photos in a time sense, wow it took my 12 minutes to munge a search for this time range, the search parameters are in unix server site, sigh)
The jigsaw puzzle ones are most memorable, and the one of her pointing to a missing piece, my flickr photo https://flickr.com/photos/cogdog/5473065456 shared under a Creative Commons (BY) license, while staged, is a not to a family story. And it seems appropriate, as she is my missing puzzle piece, and damn these tears.
It was no surprise that when my sisters and I got to her house to empty it after she passed away, there was a partly completed jigsaw puzzle on her dining room table.