Our Mom
This page is dedicated to the life and memory of our mother.
Mom was born Dorothy Lillian Carr on April 22nd, 1921. She was the first born of three children to Harold and Dorothy Carr, Lillian, Rosemary and Edgar.
Mum and Dad were married in 1940. In 1941, our sister Lyn was born. I came along three years later, Dan five years after that, Chris another three years and Mark one year later.
Mom passed away on August 25th, 2003, she was 82 years old.
At an early age, Mom started writing poetry. I found a collection of poems and songs, hand written, from about the time when she was eighteen years old. I assembled them into a folder and would like to share them with you. They are in chronological order as taken from the original. Near the end, I couldn't make out the words, the writing was not as neat as at the start. I asked Mom why the writing looked so rushed, she told me the words were coming to her faster than she could write them down.
POEMS by LILLIAN CARR
Sunshine
Every ray of sunshine,
Every little beam
Makes somebody happy,
While they toil and gleam.
In this world of sorrow,
When we're often sad -
Wouldn't it be better,
To make someone glad?
Why not keep on smiling?
Always cheerful be.
Send your beams of sunshine
Marching on to victory.
School days
When Mary was just six years old,
A very little girl -
She started school with sister,
Her hair all up in curl.
She dimpled so politely,
When the smiling teacher said:
"I'd like to know your name dear"
She answered, "Mary Red."
Now Mary looks so foolish,
When we speak of this to her.
She smiles and blushes sweetly,
"Oh stop, them! Please, mother."
These ten years she's been married
And has children three:
Teddy's six and starting school,
To learn his "A. B. C.".
Perhaps when he grows older,
His folks will tease him too.
And remind him of his school-days
And the dear old "Golden Rule".
Simple Things
I take delight in simple things
But not in great riches the pleasures of kings.
I don't want much money, only enough,
To keep me and my family from laughter and bluff.
I take a delight in simple things,
But not in crowns the pleasure of kings.
I'd rather wear on my head a hat.
Don't some of you people agree with that?
I take a delight in simple things,
But not in castles the pleasures of kings.
I'd rather live in my house by the road,
Which is a quiet and peaceful abode.
The Rainbow
After the rain is over,
And the birds begin to sing.
We all rush out of cover,
For the world is bright like Spring.
The rainbow's hanging in the sky,
Like an archway overhead,
Hanging gracefully upon high,
Bringing to life the dead.
The rainbow is God's promise,
A promise which he kept.
When all the world was lonely
And little and big clouds wept.
The rainbow has a lovely dress,
Of bright and sparkling hue.
And when I'm sad and in distress
It makes me feel happy. Don't You?
What's the Use
What's the use of fretting?
What's the good to sigh?
What's the use of shirking?
What's the good to cry?
Why not be contented,
Why not try to smile,
Put your shoulder to the wheel
And be happy all the while.
When you are contented,
Others follow too,
Then we go a smiling,
And owe it all to you.
A Small Boy's Complaint
Why do little boys as old as me,
Have to wash their face before they go to tea?
I know two little faces that are always very clean,
Yet ma don't have to wash 'em.
Golly! Ain't it keen?
The face of grandpa's watch
And the kitchen clock too,
Don't have to always wash the same as me and you.
The Song My Mother Loved the Best
Hush, be quiet and listen,
What is that I hear?
Something sweet and tender,
Something soft and clear.
Listen very carefully and pretty soon you'll guess,
That it's the very song my mother loved the best.
I remember when she sang it
A long, long time ago,
When we sat beside each other,
And she sang softly and low.
The shadows slowly creeping,
Round the one that God had blest,
While she sang so very sweetly,
The song she loved the best.
Welcome a Stranger
Open your door to a stranger,
Welcome him in with a smile,
Then he'll continue life's journey,
Thinking it really worth while.
Across the Desert
It must be kind of lonely,
Way across the sand,
Riding through the desert
Along way from the land.
But oh! It must be tiresome,
On the camel's bumpy back,
And just to keep on jogging,
Along the same old track.
I'd hate to be the person,
That across the sand must roam,
Yearning for his city,
And his dear old city home.
B-I-b-l-e
B is believe in the Bible all times.
I don't ignore it, if your in other climes.
B is to buy it and to others give,
L is to love it as long as you live.
E is enjoy it, for it is a book,
Which very great men do not overlook.
A Morning Prayer
Lord, prepare me for my work
And every little task,
May I not stop till it is done
This is all I ask.
I thank Thee Lord for clothing,
And a shelter from the blast,
For food and warmth and friends,
For friends that last.
For these may I be thankful
Help me to be bright;
And what I undertake to do,
Christ may I do it right.
Out There
A lovely little peaceful spot,
Where never-men may roam,
Beneath the many fleecy clouds
Far from the realms of home.
Where only animals and birds,
Live and there do dwell,
Far from the smoky city,
The noise and constant pell-mell.
Out there the dear don't have to flee,
At the sound of a noisy gun,
They're free! They're own dear lives to live,
Out there unknown to everyone.
Out there I'd be so near to God,
Beneath the clear blue sky,
To pitch my tent by the side of the lake,
And hark to the antelope's cry.
The Little White House
It is only a little white house
On the top of a far-away hill.
With a silver line of smoke curling,
And geraniums bright in their sill.
In meditation and dreams there I wander,
Where the flowers are sweet in their bloom,
When the roses and violets entwining
Are sending their sweet perfume.
I saw the house once; yet my memory
Back to its dear shape would trace,
Where the birds and the bees make their dwellings
In my little dream-house place.
The sky is a bright blue above it,
God's face you imagine to see;
Helping you on with your hardships
Through the path to eternity.
Tokens
Pansies for thoughtfulness,
Roses for love,
Bluebells for happiness,
Sent from above.
Violets for modesty,
Nightshade for pride.
Please don't for-get-me-not -
That sweet flower cried.
Daisy for humbleness,
Primrose for joy,
Carnations, memories,
Pinks sweet and coy.
Counting these emblems
Of memories and bliss,
There's one little flower,
Which I can not miss;
My little favourite
As soon you shall see,
Is the sweet smelling lily
For simplicity.
A Few Words of Advice
Has he any trouble?
Does he have to bear a yoke?
Does his burden harder grow
From an acorn to an oak?
To him be sympathetic,
His burden help to bear,
Be always very thoughtful
And also seem to care.
I'm only offering you advice,
Accept it you may not;
But the weary hearted person,
Would thank you quite a lot.
October as an Artist
As I wander among the maples,
My voice and my feet keep time,
With the elms and the silver birches,
And the sway of the distant pine.
The colors are changing so quickly,
Once green, now yellow and red;
The leaves on the trees are falling,
So soon they'll be ugly and dead.
The beautiful paintings of Nature,
Add a touch to the gloomy Earth;
And October once more has been helping,
With his colorings and bird songs of mirth.
My Mother
Full of cheerfulness and love,
Kind hearted and true,
Gentle as a dove,
Because mother it's you.
If I was asked to give a word,
That meant all this to me,
I'd quickly answer, "Mother".
Because it's true you see.
Day and Night
Darkness has gone,
All is quiet and still.
Slowly peeps the dawn
From behind the distant hill.
Yet even as I watch, the mist,
Has slowly risen and left the world sun-kissed.
The sun shines bright,
Shouts and noise are heard,
Breezes soft and light,
Blow o'er the chirping bird,
Yet even as I watch, the sun
Has hidden from the sight of everyone.
Darkness is here,
It has come again.
The stars shine clear
O'er the haunts of men.
And so the day starts from the dawning light
And onward works its way till night.
Seeds of Kindness
Sow plenty seeds of kindness,
Along life's narrow roads.
Open your hearts to a stranger,
Welcome him to your abode.
If you are fretful and nervous,
Weary and heartsick
Mother
When there is trouble any where,
If mother's around you needn't care.
The minute you look at her face you know
All will be right in a second or so.
She gently speaks to the angry one,
And laughs till the sad one's full of fun.
Wherever you go or whatever you do
You've got her sweet smile a-haunting you.
For whether she's angry when you are bad,
Whether she's cheerful or whether she's sad,
As long as she's mother you soon shall see,
The sweetest of smiles for you and me.
Thou Crownest the Year With Thy Goodness
Thou crownest the year with Thy goodness,
And Thy holiness sent from above,
Thy tenderness and Thy great mercy,
Thy sympathy and Thy love.
Thou crownest the year with Thy goodness,
Thy meekness surpassing pride;
In Thy glory and grace may we ever,
Walk faithfully by Thy side.
More Than All the Rest
It was only a tiny autograph,
My mother brought from town;
With pretty golden letters
Upon its cover brown.
The book itself was very nice
Though the part I liked the best;
Was a verse that she had printed
Called "More Than All the Rest".
It was only very simple,
The kind which mothers write;
But it told the tale of a widow
Who gave the Lord her mite.
And all the other rich folk
Were standing close around
But the money which they offered
A peace in His heart had not found.
For they gave but still had plenty,
Everything they tried;
But the widow had given all she owned
Even what she desired.
Still, she was very happy,
For she knew she had done right;
And knew how glad that He would be
With the one lone tiny mite.
Though I liked my present very much,
I liked the verse the best,
And always shall remember
"More Than All the Rest".
Knitting
In the twilight when the lights are low,
I can hear those needles, twitching to and fro.
The wool that they are knitting so very soon shall be,
A lovely little sweater, my mother knit for me.
Even now I hear them, when the lights are low
Those dear old silver needles, softly twitching to and fro.
Waiting
Out of the stillness comes a short cry,
Weary from waiting she stifles a sigh,
Moistens her lips in a soft lullaby,
Waiting, still waiting.
Angels fly o'er him, their vigils to keep,
His mother sits by him too weary to weep,
He slowly advances, the hill is so steep,
While his mother is waiting.
His eyelids quiver his heart stops to beat,
He has reached the top where the crossroads meet,
His mother bends over him, her little Pete.
No more waiting.
The Earth is Mine
The earth is mine;
And on it let me live,
Joys divine,
To me the earth doth give.
The earth is mine;
And on it let me stay,
Till end of time
Closeth the doors of aye.
The earth is mine;
And on it let me reign
And be joyful, not repine,
Till Heav'n releases pain.
Twilight Melodies
Round the ancient city,
Twilight winds its way
The harvest moon is shining,
That marks the last of day.
Bright-eyed stars peep from above,
The wind sings melodies;
The river slowly winds its way,
Between the stately trees.
The sound of crashing cymbals,
The wistfulness of lyres,
The smell of burning embers,
Lay smouldering on the fires.
Music low and tender
Young voices soft and clear;
Lures the elders on to listen,
Their native songs so dear.
Eve by eve they listen,
Till months and years go by;
Yet even while in heaven,
They hear those strains on high.
My Garden
There are two little eyes
And a sweet baby nose,
With tiny red lips
As soft as the rose.
Two little dimples
Just made to smile
And gold curly locks
That shine all the while.
Two pearly ears
Make themselves seen
Peeping behind,
The curls golden sheen.
A sweet little face
Of laughter and bliss
Surely intended
To receive a kiss.
Fairy wings and a body
So dainty to view,
And then cupid shoots
His small arrows at you.
The Coming of Dawn
The Vapour rises slowly
Showing of bright blue
And o'er the far horizon
The sun is peeping thro'
Once more you see its golden form,
Once more supreme to reign,
For dawn thro' the stillness of the night
Has come to view again.
A Storm at Sea
There is a wind in the air,
There's a stir in the sea.
The seagulls are flying
The sail flutters free.
Then ho! To the leeward!
Brave sailors are we,
The storm will pass over,
Our rough foamy sea.
Mother
There's a word that is known in every land,
A word softly spoken from shore to shore,
Sacredly thro' generations handed down
And will be spoken for evermore.
Tenderly, lovingly breathed from all lyrics
A secret of love so earnestly told,
Cherished as if kept in a safety vault,
For it is a treasure far greater than gold.
Who could mistake this humble word
And whisper instead another?
There never has been or will
Be such a word as "mother".
The Return of Dawn
Over the silvery tops of the hills,
A ball of fire sinks to rest
And the drowsy birds are lulled to sleep
By the gentle wind's caress.
The curtain of night is unveiled once more
Showing golden stars and a crescent moon
Twinkling and laughing above the earth
Telling us softly that sleep comes soon.
Sleep come soon. Yet what is sleep?
Once more it too will pass us by:
And dawn on soaring wings of flight
Will illuminate the sky.
The Life of Christ
O'er Bethlehem's plain a star shone bright,
Shedding its shining beams of light.
Leading the shepherds until they stood,
Beside the bed of sweet Babyhood.
Singing their praises on bended knee
They worshiped the Incarnate Deity.
A babe to the world, but that was not all
A Saviour born in a cattle stall.
The days and the months passed swiftly by,
And Mary still sang her sweet lullaby.
Then thro' the night traveling from afar
Came the three wise men following the star.
They brought earthly treasures of gold and myrrh,
Which they set at the feet of the holy Mother.
Frankincense too, but they weren't enough,
To later shield him from laughter and bluff.
Herod heard of His birth and sought to kill,
Our Saviour who died on Calvary's hill.
But the Babe in Egypt peacefully lay,
While toddling infants were slain that day.
The years passed by and He older grew,
He worked as a carpenter with those who knew,
That He was the only Holy One,
Who was sent to earth as Mary's Son.
One day as He walked thro' the city
Of Jerusalem with Joseph and Mary
To the temple He hastened away
Teaching in parables how to pray.
After a search thro' the dusty town
They found Him still teaching tho' nigh sun-down.
"Son, Thy Mother hast worried so", she whispered.
"But, Mother, dost thou not know?
I must go where My Father leads Me", He said,
And praying softly she bent her head,
"God, may He teach many, Thy Word and Truth,
Heavenly Father, lead Thy Youth".
And the Father did lead Him, day by day.
Onward, still onward through life's stormy way.
Baptized by John, in that beautiful sea,
Where the dove flew to bless Him, sweet Galilee.
He healed the sick by a touch of his hands,
And obeyed all His Father's commands.
Peter and James and Bartholomew,
Then John and Philip followed Him, too.
Andrew and Simon and Judas came,
True followers of Him and loving His Name.
And when He had chosen these and four others,
He quickly united them all as brothers.
He taught them hope and faith and love,
Through sacred prayer to God above,
And seventy others He appointed too,
Sending them forward His will to do.
Then He taught all the people how to pray,
"Heavenly Father, give us our bread to-day.
Hallowed be thy Name, Thy kingdom come,
On earth as in heaven, Thy Will be done".
He taught in parables to be good and kind
To sinners as well as the rest of mankind.
And He set the small infants where all could see,
And said, "Suffer children to come unto me".
And later He rode to Jerusalem,
With His disciples and people made way for them
Shouting, "Hosanna! The King has come".
And spreading before Him their leaves of palm.
The Jews sought to kill Him, The priests and scribes,
Offered Judas Iscariot a number of bribes.
He communed with them his Christ to betray
And accepted the money that selfsame day.
The other disciples were faithful and true,
Trying their best His service to do.
And tho' near the end they stood by His side,
All sad and heartsick when their Lord was tried.
And at the Passover He broke the bread,
Gave thanks and to them all He said,
"This is My Body given to thee,
This do in remembrance of Me".
Then He took the cup and bowed His Head,
Likewise giving thanks as for the bread.
"This cup is the new testament in my blood,
Which I freely shed for all manhood".
That night to the Mt. of Olives He went,
And agonizing hours in the garden were spent.
Praying, "Father, have mercy on Thy Son,
Nevertheless, not My will, but Thine be done".
Then He and His disciples met the Jews,
Who freely and jauntily gave Him abuse.
When Judas Iscariot came triumphantly near,
To kiss and betray our Saviour so dear.
Then Peter denied that He ever knew
His Master, and thrice the cock crew.
Then he remembered what Jesus had said,
And weeping bitterly he bent his head.
Then they brought Him to Pilate the Judge of the Jews,
"I find no fault in this Man to accuse".
"Crucify Him, crucify Him", the crowd fiercely cried,
"What evil hath He done?" Pilate inquired.
Pilate had to give sentence, so that same day,
Peter bore the cross as they led Him away.
And they crucified Him on Calvary,
Between two thieves of low degree.
But one looked solemnly in His eyes,
And said, "Lord remember me in Paradise".
Then a stillness gathered, far greater than night,
And blackness hid the Saviour from sight.
"Forgive them, Father", Jesus cried,
"They know not what they do", then died.
Mary sat weeping near the cross
And sadly mourned her dear loss.
They buried Him in a garden near the dead,
And wrapped up in linen His Holy head.
The first day in the week they came again,
Bringing sweet-smelling spices to anoint Him.
But to their surprise the stone was not there,
Instead stood two angels in bright garments fair.
"Why seek ye the living among the dead?
He is not here but is risen", they said.
Glamour Girl
Chorus
Glamour Girl, you're my Glamour Girl,
You're a lovely bunch of glamour you're divine.
Flecks of golden sunshine nestle in your hair
And your eyes of blue keep telling to take care.
Rosebuds on your lips just waiting there to smile
A something that is something making you worth while.
You're a lovely bunch of glamour and you're mine.
Glamour Girl, you're my Glamour Girl.
Verse
When I hold you in my arms
I know that you're the only one,
That will ever make my heart forget to beat,
And to complete my Heaven
Way down here beneath the sun,
My Glamour Girl, your love I do entreat.
Sentimental Baby
Melancholy, lonely and blue
Thinking of you all the day through,
You're my sentimental baby.
Your eyes of brown, they get me down
You're my sentimental baby.
When The Sun Sets Way Down South
Birdies on the treetops sing good-night,
Darkies croon their songs in the fading light.
Banjos strum their tunes for now comes twilight,
When the sun sets way down south.
Dusk is slowly creeping, night is near,
Soon the yellow moon will shed its moonbeams clear,
Half on ------- ------ to wait in shadows drear
While the sun sets way down south.
Darkie waits his sweetheart there near yonder tree,
This setting business of the sun is great to see;
For all burst forth in happiness and harmony,
When the sun sets way down south.
Buck's Virginians
Push away the clouds,
Pull out the moon.
For the town is gonna be gay,
The Blue-Grass Virginians will start playing soon.
With the rhythm that will make you sway.
Call out the stars
Put them in the sky,
Tell all the world to draw near,
For there's gonna be --- and whoopee bye'n'bye,
Buck's hill-billy band is here.
Let Me Dream
Let me dream of you forever
And the love that couldn't be.
Let me dream of us together,
Just you, a baby too and me.
Let me dream of home and gladness,
A garden - just we three,
The end of all grief and sadness,
Would depart from my heart and me.
Your Anniversary
Many years have passed since that sweet day,
You asked her bashfully to be your wife.
To help you in your weary toil each day
To keep, to love, to cherish all your life.
Many years have passed since Cupid came
To join together each warm loving heart,
And then she sweetly changed her maiden name,
To be with you and of you a part.
You've climbed together the steep corridor of time,
You've toiled together with full hearts of love;
Now may the blessing of the Trinity divine,
Be sent unto you both from God above.
A Bachelor's Room
No maiden's heart and hand had entered there,
No wife to clean and tidy up the room,
An ashtray had been spilt upon the floor
Causing the dingy carpet it's sad doom.
A suit of clothes was on a creaky couch,
A shabby hat hung on the closet door;
Magazines and books were lying near
A pair of muddy shoes upon the floor.
Wood was scattered round the fireplace grate
A dirty pipe lay on a table bare;
This certainly bespoke a silent fact;
A single man, or bachelor, lived there.
An Old Maid's Room
No children ever played within that room,
No speck of dust or cinders anywhere;
No cozy couch or footstool could be seen,
No dainty cushions on a rocking chair.
The doorknobs sparkled bright of polished brass,
The windows glistened crystal in the light;
One glaring globe hung low upon the ceiling,
Which shed its brilliant beams till late at night.
The fire-place longed to hold a blazing fire,
But kindled sullenly within its bed;
A sulky cat ashamed to purr lay on the rug,
Bending in solitude its sleepy head.
The whole appearance told one right away,
As soon as they came in this earthly gloom,
No squealing puppy could ever romp that floor,
Because it was an old maid's tidy room.
Under a Silver Moon
Under a silver moon, I wished on a golden star,
Dreaming of love and laughter that came from the realms afar,
Wishing and hoping that some day my dream love would come true,
A garden, a home, and a baby, and a wonderful, wonderful you.
Chorus
I wished on a star, under a silver moon,
I wished for love that would make you mine soon,
The night fell around me in curtains of charms,
I remembered the time I held you in my arms
With roses of love sending forth sweet perfume
Under a silver moon.
With a glow in my heart beating softly of love
I counted the stars as they watched us above.
In Memory of George V
The king is dead. From lip to lip the news in awe is flung
The king is dead. Still is the form of whom the nations sung
No more will his majestic voice be heard in ev'ry clime
But words that he has spoken will ring through realms of time.
"God save the King, our Emperor", no more greets him with cheers,
"God save the King", is sung in towns with many falling tears.
"God save the King", long may he reign with Him in Heaven's peace,
And let's rejoice that he has gone where waves of turmoil cease.
In Memory of Rudyard Kipling
Hushed is the poetic tongue
That gave us verse so dear,
Silent is the Laureate
That all men loved to hear.
But words that he has written
Will live from year to year.
Oh God our help through years of time,
Give us a man like this
To change our empty feeling
Into happiness and bliss.
If ever man again could write
Such thoughts expressed like his.
We should not grieve for one who has
Just left our dwelling place;
For one day soon we too shall be,
With Kipling face to face.
Lift up our eyes and do not fail
The honour of his race.
Eventide
When day is done and shadows fall
Along each busy street;
And weary persons hurry on,
To find a quick retreat.
Its true I miss your cheerful smile
And wish that you were here;
To take you in my arms and say,
"I'm glad you're with me, dear".
Rhythm
Throbbing through my being mercilessly
I feel the glow of rhythm in my heart;
And to each tango, swinging melody,
I feel each beat as if of me a part.
Let me hear the music endlessly
Of wildly happy swing time bands;
Let me hear the beat of rumba rhythm
That strums its tunes in many foreign lands.
A Wayside Lingerer
A lonely person pausing in his walk,
Plucks a wayside flower from its bed;
Gazing at the beauty God has sent,
He smells the perfume of its drooping head.
Above he watches swallows swiftly fly,
To there nests in some tall waiting trees;
There happy chirpings blend so sweetly with
The quiet murmur of a wandering breeze.
And at his feet a sleeping stream goes by,
Telling stories of old fairy lore
And with a smile he slowly turns away,
To go along his lonely way once more.
Laughing Your Way To Love
Look at those little stars
Winkin' way up above
Tell me why you're laughing
Laughing your way to love.
Come on cutie to your dutie
Whatcha thinkin' of
Gimme a kiss, don't make me wait
While you're laughing your way to love.
Alone At Night
When shadows darken doorways
And sunbeams cease to glow,
How cruel the jabs of heartache,
Will strike one's deepest woe.
When night is softly falling
And day at last is done;
How cold, how sad, how lonely,
Does the weary one become.
But then the stars escape from out
Some cloud that's passing by;
The lonely one looks up to see,
A bright moon in the sky.
Though troubles rise on every hand.
It seems that only He,
The One who rules the Universe,
Will give His sympathy.
When Will You Come?
I've waited and I've waited
To hear your gentle call;
Your laugh and happy whistling,
Your tap upon the wall.
I've filled a vase with flowers
Of a delicate perfume;
A silver ash-tray I've put near
The armchair in your room.
The bird is chirping in its cage,
It surely can not know,
How lonely and heartsick I am,
Or how I miss you so.
Still you don't come.
Winter now is here;
The flowers are dull and dead,
And Christmas brings no cheer.
I've waited. Still I wait;
For one who does not come,
Is it that joy is meant
Only for some?
Stop a Minute
Why do you have to speak a word of sullen quick reproach;
Just stop a while to curb your mental stress.
You wouldn't want to hurt the one of all you love the most,
With words that hold no meaning more or less.
It's all so easy just to say count slowly up to ten,
But when the test is put, it seems so hard;
And yet if you would only hold your tongue a little while,
You'd rank much higher in that one's regard.
Death
Death - an angel stealing thro' the night,
Bringing peace at last to some tired soul;
Oh God to see Thy face, to know Thy smile,
A fight thro' life - but then the cherished goal.
Dark shadows, clouds and tears on every hand.
But then the glory of the dawning light;
Oh Love divine, the hope that makes us strong,
Guide us as we blunder thro' the night.
A gentle quiver, then a long last sigh,
For now the soul away from earth has gone;
The crossroads loom before him long and wide;
But through the mighty gleam he sees just one.
No mortal knows the prize at last received,
Love unfailing, glory so divine;
When one soul meets its mate at Heaven's door,
Death, the hope, the sacrifice sublime.
The three women in our Mother's life: From the left, her sister Mary, Mom in the red, her mother, and our sister Lyn. This picture was taken at Aunt Mary's 50th wedding anniversary.
Granny Carr, in this picture lived two days short of her 100th birthday. She was born in the same year as the Queen Mum, 1900.
The four boys in our Mother's life: From the left; Dan, Mom, Mark, Dave (standing), Chris. Dad took this picture after church on Sunday. Lyn was married. I would estimate this picture to be taken in 1960.
Enjoy Heaven, Mum. And, know that we'll all be together again one day!
