For Mother’s Day, my precious son, George returned to me one of my favorite portraits. It was taken over sixty-nine years ago. 

I had given it to him:

(1) because I knew he would treasure it and 

(2) because our last apartment had no walls (all windows) to hang pictures on. 

But he lent it to me, knowing I would be ecstatic … he scheduled it to arrive Mother’s Day weekend, so we could enjoy it in our Victorian cottage for as long as I live. It doesn’t feel like that picture was taken sixty-nine years ago… It feels like yesterday…

Now it hangs from our Victorian picture rails, via a Victorian picture hanger, in our modern, yet Victorian bedroom… 

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