Y'all, it's Mother's Day
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We buried my mum's ashes last week. She had been looking down disapprovingly at my brother from a bookshelf for 3 years, so it was past time.
For some reason known only to my subconscious, we did it the day after the Coronation. Oddly enough, it worked quite well, since we went to the church service and they held a picnic at our old primary school which adjoins the church. Despite (or possibly because) it being very High Anglican, I rather enjoyed the service, probably the last time I'll visit the old place where I spent a fair amount of my childhood. The school I attended between the ages of 4 and 11 seemed to have got a great deal smaller.
And yes, those are stocks on the right - how many kids got to go to a school where they had those?
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We buried my mum's ashes last week. She had been looking down disapprovingly at my brother from a bookshelf for 3 years, so it was past time.
For some reason known only to my subconscious, we did it the day after the Coronation. Oddly enough, it worked quite well, since we went to the church service and they held a picnic at our old primary school which adjoins the church. Despite (or possibly because) it being very High Anglican, I rather enjoyed the service, probably the last time I'll visit the old place where I spent a fair amount of my childhood. The school I attended between the ages of 4 and 11 seemed to have got a great deal smaller.
And yes, those are stocks on the right - how many kids got to go to a school where they had those?
@Doctor-Phibes said in Y'all, it's Mother's Day:
We buried my mum's ashes last week. She had been looking down disapprovingly at my brother from a bookshelf for 3 years, so it was past time.
For some reason known only to my subconscious, we did it the day after the Coronation. Oddly enough, it worked quite well, since we went to the church service and they held a picnic at our old primary school which adjoins the church. Despite (or possibly because) it being very High Anglican, I rather enjoyed the service, probably the last time I'll visit the old place where I spent a fair amount of my childhood. The school I attended between the ages of 4 and 11 seemed to have got a great deal smaller.
What a wonderful memory.
And yes, those are stocks on the right - how many kids got to go to a school where they had those?
We had nuns and Dominical priests, so there's that.
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@Mik said in Y'all, it's Mother's Day:
I expect you spent a fair amount of hours in the stocks.
Pretty much everybody featured in a re-enactment at some point - we'd wait there to be picked up after school, and the inevitable would happen. Luckily, there was no rotten fruit available.
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My 94 years old mother is just fine, still in the same house in Boston.
I talked to her last night.
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I've talked to my mom every week since I moved out of the house. Not really by my choice, tbh. I might prefer fewer hour long sessions of sharing excruciating details of our lives. But my mom doesn't take no for an answer. We'll be getting together with her and my brother's family later this week, for a four day celebration of my nephew's bachelor's degree graduation, organized by his mom. Seems excessive again. But one does what one can. These things, in my experience, are always in service of the female members of the family, who literally can't imagine other people not deriving great joy from it.
