Here are some of my favorite photos of my Mom. This one is when she and Da got engaged in 1944. I still have a trunk filled with her cashmere sweaters, her wool suits (even her wedding suit and heels), her hats and her lingerie. She was what we call a high stepper. Her hair was ALWAYS just so, running to the bank or running cattle. She always wore lipstick.
Here they are in Hawaii in 1983 for their 40th birthday. The travel agency they used had an unexpected cancellation and she was ready to go for a two week trip in about 30 minutes. She loved to travel and they literally went everywhere. Once, when she was a little girl, she dragged james and Junior up on top of an oil rig. When her mother came out the house to take in the wash, they holler down “Mama! Look at us!!” (Mama of course almost had a heart attack and told her “Nez! You bring my babies down her right now!” Well, Nez stood on the Great Wall of China, stood on the top deck of the Eiffel Tower and stood at the lip of a volcano in Hawaii. She went everywhere.
(Mama of course almost had a heart attack and told her “Nez! You bring my babies down her right now!” Well, Nez stood on the Great Wall of China, stood on the top deck of the Eiffel Tower and stood at the lip of a volcano in Hawaii. She went everywhere.
Mom and Da also traveled to all fifty states. She saw springtime in Texas, Mardi Gras on Bourbon street and the fall colors in New England.
For their 50th anniversay, I took them home to Ireland. (My babies were in preschool and 2nd grade). We were gone almost a month and I drove all over Ireland, stopping to visit family and school chums of Da’s. There were HUNDREDS of people
and my mother kept in touch with every single one of them until her death.
My Da wasn;t much for writing, but she loved writing little notes and getting
mail from all over the world. She was so full of fun and life that she kept in touvh with people from all of her trips and cruises. I think the hardest thing I had to do was let them know she was gone. The outpouring of love and affection has been just amazing.
Here is a photo taken about a year before she died.
Look at her hair!
And all those wrinkles? Tracks of all the thousands of smiles from her life. And such a snappy dresser, too. You can’t see them but she had matching hot pink heels on.
Even when she was dying, her nightgown matched her sheets and she kept perfume and lipstick on her nightstand.
Oh, how I will miss her…stubborn, cranky, impossible, flawed…..and so human.