Love is the what
I remember wearing little white gloves to church on Sunday. I wonder when that fell by the wayside.
I, too, remember the gloves. There were affairs that called for "heels, hose, and gloves."Your mother perfectly illustrates what a beautiful lady was. She was grace-full, wasn't she?
Great photo! Was this in London, by any chance? The architecture looks London-ish.
I am actually nostalgic for these times. I remember wearing patent leather shoes and white glovesto fly on an airplane when I was four years old. Your mother is the epitome of white-gloves-and-a-hat in that picture. So charming.
This picture is so pretty of your mother -- she looks gentle and soft. And yes, the gloves --
Such a gorgeous woman, her eyes draw me in...Sending you hugs.
Oh AngelaJust catching up. My heart hurts for you. Sending prayers your wayxo
Angella,I am so far behind in reading blogs so I am just reading of your mom's death now. I am so very sorry. My heart aches for you.
Such a beautiful lady! I love everything about this picture. Sending hugs as well.