Mother's Day Flowers
I enjoyed Sunday surrounded by my three boys and a daughter-in-law. My oldest son works 6 days a week and we don't get to see him as often as I would like. It was a nice get together.
We enjoyed eating dinner with the memories of past mothers in our family surrounding us.
We ate on dishes that had belonged to Charley's mother. This was the china I remember her using when I was dating Charley in the 1970s. She used them often, not just on special occasions. I think that is the way it should be. We don't have the whole set, many had been chipped and broken down through the years. I was lucky and found a group of the exact same dishes at a church yard sale last year. No one else wanted them -- and on the last day I paid half price for the box of assorted pieces to add to ours.
Strawberries were served in a beautiful old bowl of my mother's.
The old tablecloth that covered our table, now crumpled and waiting for the crumbs to be shook out, was given to me by my Aunt Irma. She was my mom's baby sister.
When I was growing up, mothers wore either white or red carnations on Mother's Day. You wore red if your mother was still living and white if she had passed away. Maybe some still do, but I don't see people doing that as much any more. I didn't wear one yesterday, but it would have been white.
I didn't have my mother yesterday, but the little baby on her lap has many loving memories of her.
