This is my parents seven years ago at MacDonald Beach on Sea Island. They look so sweet in this photo that you would never guess that they have been married for 61 years and have spent a goodly portion of that time bickering and fighting. I have no idea if they would have been happier with different partners or they are just naturally contrary individuals. I am the product of their union and I like to think I got the good genes :) I love them dearly, but they drive me crazy.
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Today is my mother's 81st birthday. This street corner is in Fort Langley and when I saw the street name I asked her to pose as her name is Mary :)
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Well, we finally plunged into the deep end of cleaning out my parent's apartment. I worked in the bedroom and my husband started ploughing through the paperwork. There is so much dust on the surfaces that I started imagining I was in Miss Havisham's home in Great Expectations :) My mother loved dolls and this is a lovely one but she is so thickly coated with dust that I am wondering how I'm going to ever get her clean. I've named her Dusty Miller. Today we are going in again, our son will also be helping. It feels like an archeological dig where you have to gently reveal each layer so that you don't miss anything, like cash ... hey I found cash!!
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My mother reluctantly posing in 1954ish? She was 21 and did not like being photographed which continued her whole life. She never grinned with her teeth showing as they weren't good and even after she got an upper plate when she was maybe 24? ( can you imagine? ), this still didn't inspire her to smile more. The ornament on the windowsill to her right is an elephant and I still have it. She bought it with her first paycheck from the Metropolitan, what she called the 15 cent store, in New Westminster. She also disliked her hair and was forever fussing with it. In those days you curled your hair and hers was board straight, poor Mom. She loved nice clothes, had very few, and told me that even inexpensive "slacks" were lined. Aah, the good old days, except they weren't very good for my mother. Women were expected to be good little wifeys and mommies and cook and clean, which my mother was never very good at, but she was excellent at laundry, I nicknamed her "The Laundry Queen", a title which has now been passed on to me :)
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she wanted to give the impression of a cowgirl
but
she was frightened of horses
detested the smell of cowshit
did not like wearing hats
despite having a lovely small head
unlike me
I've got my father's fathead
failed to see the allure
of the bucking bronco
and the rodeo clown
was probably trying to lasso
my father
and when she finally tied him down
then spent the rest of her life
trying to tame him ...
and he trying
to not be the wild and willful
cowboy minstrel that was his true self
what a mismatched pair they were ...
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