I am so glad I found this photo. A short time back, my sister Pat and I were visiting with our Dad, recalling old memories of Bruneau and Boise. This picture captures memories of both places.
Christmas in Bruneau..and our beloved fluffy, soft, white as snow, hand muffs! I loved that hand muff. It was better than any pair of gloves I’ve ever had. It not only kept my hands warm, but it pampered me. I felt sophisticated, and important wearing my little fur coat for my hands.
Then there was the trip to Boise. We were shopping, walking down the sidewalk. I was holding Mom’s hand. I let go of her hand, snuggled my hand in that muff, admiring it, and lagging behind everyone. I heard my name. It was in a tone that said ” Get up here with us now!”
I ran up to Mom and grabbed her hand again as we walked. She was wearing white gloves. I didn’t remember Mom wearing gloves. I asked her where she got her gloves and looked up at her sweet face. …… Horror! She did have a nice face, and she was smiling at me….but that was NOT MY MOTHER’S FACE!
I still remember the feeling of blood rushing to my face. I was so embarrassed! And I was frightened! I started crying. Then I heard my name again. It was in a tone that said “Come here, it’s ok.” That was my Mother’s voice. It was such a sweet and loving voice.
I loved that voice. I loved her face. I loved the feel of her hand holding mine. I still do. I miss them all. Some day I will hold her hand again. I love you Mom.
As a post script, I love the picture of my Dad on the table. Also I can remember wearing hair barrettes, like the one in Pat’s hair up to my pre-teen years.