Four generations of Brown, Rau and Brigham women were alive in my early days. Sorry, great-gramma Brown, I would need some past life regression or hypnotism to remember times with you. I do have lots of memories of my gramma Rau who passed away when I was eleven years old. And my mom and I will be making memories for years to come. When I was offered some iced coffee recently, I was reminded of how gramma Rau enjoyed hers with some half-and-half in a tall glass with a sprig of mint on top. And she probably had a Kool cigarette in the other hand, sitting on a chaise lounge in the backyard. Completely unrelated, she made the best stuffed animals. They made some amazing fake fur back in the 70's. She found a brown-grey-black-white checkerboard pattern to make a family of raccoons. They had to be stuffed a certain way, not too firm, not too soft, but just enough to feel like it was giving you a hug back.
I smiled for my mom today. I began walking in the early morning again. I pulled out the talking pedometer that she got me for my birthday. I brought the manual with me in case there was an equipment malfunction. It's a talking and also a music-playing pedometer. It would be fun to walk down the street and have people think that the ice cream truck was coming, but not at 7:00am. But if I do find that ice cream truck tune, music will be set to "on". And what goes better with ice cream than cake!! I was titling family slides that I scanned recently. Of course the camera comes out on occasions such as Christmas and birthdays. I love the look on my mom's face as she presents us with our birthday cake. Our smile is wide and our eyes are bright with anticipation of that sugary treat. Thank you mom, I feel the love.
Happy Mothers' Day!
