Naturewoman invited us to share pics from our childhood, so I'm posting this one that I scanned a while back for another post that I never got around to putting together. I'm the goofy-looking kid in the hat, my mom and grandma are there with me. The pic was taken outside the church I grew up attending; maybe it's Easter Sunday and I think the year was 1976, so I was six years old.
My mom in this picture looks exactly the way I remember her; tall and shapely and pretty. She passed away five years later with that nice figure. My grandma died while I was in college. She was always a robust woman - made of good German stock - but with age she became thin and frail.
We used to go on vacations with my mother's family to Maine and we spent all the holidays at my grandparent's in North Jersey, but I don't remember much of that. I do remember as a teenager going to visit and sometimes spending a weekend with my grandparents. My grandma and I drank tea together and played cards. I always wanted her to teach me how to crochet and play canasta, but we never got to that. I grew up and she got old and then she was gone. I do think of her whenever I fix myself a cup of tea or sing *Happy Birthday* to someone. We always had to sing *Happy Birthday* twice when grandma was there, because just as the song was finishing grandma would say, "one more time" and we sang it again. Silly! My brother Kevin reminds me of this now, because his voice is the one saying, "one more time" in a perfect imitation of grandma's voice.
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