Me, Long Ago
Monday, February 1, 2010
One Christmas my mother's gift to my father was a photo album. Thick wood cover. Black interior pages. My mother's handwriting, in white, beneath each picture. This is something we'll treasure and, I hope, add to, she wrote, for it will become more precious as time goes by.
Beneath this photograph, she wrote: Here we are: Bethie at 5 months. Jeffie at 2 1/2 years.
