The raspberry-colored IKEA photo box that resides in my office closet beckoned this morning. I somewhat reluctantly answered the call; thumbing through photographs from the past 80+ years at times requires a certain mindset and mood. Something told me, however, I’d find what I’ve been seeking for the past few weeks.
Marge. Pattie. Kath. Mike. 1955. Buffalo, NY. This was my mother’s favorite picture of her, her mother, and her siblings. She’d say, “Unsurprisingly, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. Nothing’s changed much since this was taken.” Like mother, like daughter.
More to come. #eatingatme
