Here is a photo I rediscovered on this trip. I love this photo of my mother and me, which was taken one New Years Eve in Antigua. I was not yet married but had already met my husband to be, so I guess I was about 26 in this photo, which would make my mom 62. She and my dad had recently moved to Antigua from our native Jamaica. They would live there for three years, long enough for me to meet and get to know my future husband, before they moved to St. Lucia for the duration. My parents rediscovered their romance when they moved to a new country together. I think you can see that in a certain girlish aspect in my mother in this photo, which was snapped by my father.
By the way, my mom crocheted the blouse I am wearing here. Crochet and embroidery were just two of her arts before arthritis crept into her fingers. I have a drawer full of the sweet tops she made for me, and linens she expertly embroidered, and the blankets and afghans she made for her grandchildren. The kids are just starting to understand how precious these items are.
Oh my! This. I just am so happy that somehow I found my way into your online life. Because of all this is so familiar, so familiar. My grandmother, when her first husband died and left her a single mother, became a seamstress. She ended up opening a shop and made many wedding dresses. Your mother and her would have surely been good friends. I love these photos, and understand the melancholy. Love you tons!ReplyDelete
Love and beauty. A mother and a daughter.ReplyDelete
Love this photo. Isn't nice to know that you're going to age well.ReplyDelete