Today, while revisiting all the many blessings in my life, sweet memories of my mother came to mind. So much of who we are is based on the kind of childhood we experienced. I was fortunate enough to live in a home with both my parents.
My mother was especially wonderful! My dad worked 10 minutes from home at the Western Pacific Railroad. The Western Pacific whistle would blow at 4:00 pm each afternoon, and we could hear it from our home. It signaled the end of the work day. Supper was at 4:15 each afternoon, and I could set a watch on the family routine - When Dad left for work each morning, when he would return home, when we would sit down for supper, and when Dad would walk out onto the front porch to pick up the evening paper.
Mom was the perfect 1950s style housewife and mother. Albeit, a bit prissy, but not to her detriment. Her 5 foot 2 inch frame never varied 5 pounds in weight which hovered around 105 pounds. Mom was an expert seamstress, and very practical. She often took in alterations and dress making. She created perfect things out of almost nothing.
Our garden, especially the roses, which Mom watered along with the lawn, in her high heels, was always spectacular. The picture below is a testament to how far Mom carried her way of dress. She’s at a picnic in the woods, and that’s a suit, she is wearing, with hair perfectly coiffed, makeup on. . . And, once again, high heels!
*Francie Heady enjoying a picnic in the woods.
Sadly, Mom passed in 1975 at age 65 from Cancer. In this photo, which was taken circa 1967, she would have been 57.
I have very special memories of Mom, who looked very much like a younger Queen Elizabeth. I wish all children could be as blessed as I was, having her as my mother.