I had the pleasure of hosting Mother’s ninetieth birthday party Saturday May, 5th. My mother’s only first cousin brought her an unusual gift, their grandmother’s hat. Above, you can see Mother wearing it. I looks kind of like a cow patty. It must have been intended to be perched on a bun, since it is so small. Mother said one of her earliest memories is of her grandmother in that small hat.
Here Mother is pictured with her five children. Below my grandchildren make the acquaintance of a lizard. Don’t worry. The lizard was unharmed.
Below, My granddaughter is investigating some yard art in my backyard. I wish these cousins could play together every day, but they live across the country from each other.
Just love these images of little guys having fun.
Kathleen Swain in her new birthday hat, complete with tags
I’ve recently been writing about my paternal grandmother, Mettie Knight Swain, whose life I didn’t know nearly so much about as my mother’s family. I reached out to my cousins who were kind enough to send me pictures. I am grateful to receive these. Pictures can tell you so much more about a person than you’d expect. The man in the hat is my grandfather, Eddie Swain, Mettie’s husband. He died of a brain tumor at the age of forty-two. The family picture is one of the earliest I’ve found with Eddie and Mettie Swain and their three children, Geneva, standing left, Parnell, and Edward in Mettie’s lap. They had four more, Bill, Bessie, Esther, and Ola Bea. This photo would have probably been made about 1922. Continue reading
I’ve never properly introduced you to my family. You hear me tease and torment my mother Kathleen in my blog all the time. She’s a good sport, and believe me, she gives as good as she gets. Luckily, she lives very close to me. I see her several times a week, and speak to her at least daily. Mother illustrates my blog. She has always loved sketching but came into professional art late in life. Continue reading
As a Mother’s Day tribute, I am printing pictures made over the course of Mother’s life. She is the tiny blonde child in the oldest picture and the lovely woman easily identifiable in the rest. I can only say she is the finest woman and the best mother I have ever known. I love you Mother.