This was my father’s family in Florida around the 1940’s I guess.
He often boasted of his poverty and by innuendo his family but they don’t seem so down and out in this picture.
I learned from all the papers available to me since my mom’s dying that dad was still married when he and mom had their first together, my brother John. I had always wondered why he had a different last name. He was given mom’s last name which at the time was Connolly.
I found another scrap of paper telling me that mom and dad were married in 1952, a full 8 years after John’s birth.
I was born in 1953.
So interesting, isn’t it?
Today when I came home from shopping I entered the air conditioned house and soon I was thinking of how I entered when I was a teenager and college student and I would go to my room and there would be a freshly made bed for me.
My big brother, my step-brother actually, has been talking about mom’s financial mind. I guess I know less about it, but he mentions mom’s awareness of the finances, the insurance, the mortgage and all that and I do appreciate her sense of responsibility in terms of all the money, but she also did many things we usually associate with women in our families like cleaning house and cooking dinner.
The experience of having my bed made was not one I was allowed to really appreciate as so many things were more important then, like getting to bed with women in their beds and I actually discourage mom from making my bed when I took Billy Joel’s Captain Jack way too seriously. I didn’t hang out and stare at closet queens, but I did have a very good friend named Jack and I was 21 and my mother still made my bed. How sweet that was of her.
And the thought of the love she had for me that made her make the bed was really a sweet thought to have this afternoon coming home from shopping to my air conditioned house.
Here’s a beauty of my oldest step-niece. I don’t even know how old she was then. I see a lot of her grandmother in it.
I found it when I opened up a briefcase full of some of my mom’s important documents.
Camilla, my niece, must have been about 4 when that was taken.
She is 45 now, I think.
I found this among mom’s many, many things.
Of course there are more but you can only put one picture per post.
I have fond memories, or maybe they were fantasies, of Christmas in my early years. Mom was a city girl and naturally I fantasized about all the city things. A movie called Mame really stirred me one year. I kept looking for that movie to repeat and it did but it was never as good as it was the first time I saw it. Silver Bells was a big hit with me.
I’ve learned from the Urantia Papers that Jesus wasn’t even born in the winter when we celebrate his birth but in the summer, August 21.
Oh yeah, that’s me with Santa Claus. I guess that was sometime in the late 50’s.
This is the previous photo
cropped, contrasted and sharpened.
When I lived in N.Y. sometimes my mom and I escaped to Pennsylvania where my uncle who was a taxi driver in Brooklyn owned a little motel called Shafer’s Cabins. It was in the Poconos, in East Stroudsburg, the general area in which my uncle and aunt now live.
This is a picture of me and mom in front of the neon sign that told you which place this was. Mom didn’t make it to the cabins very much. My brother Bill liked to take me there mostly. I guess he was the most exciting one to me because he had a big red convertible that played records.