Left to right: me, my mother, our dog Heidi, a friend of my sister's, my sister.
This picture was taken at Henderson Lake, Lethbridge in 1961.
As I get older, I realize that my mother died far too young (she was 61, not many years older than I am now). I understand better some of the problems she faced, particularly in moving from London, England to a small town on the Canadian prairies as a war bride in the 1940s. I often wish I could tell her about something that has happened in my life, or in our family, or in the world.
Happy Mother's Day to those of you who are mothers!
