I was looking through some old photos today and came across this one of my Mother.
|The orb of light in the doorway is the flash of my camera today when I took the "picture of the picture".|
I'm not sure how old Mom was when this was made, but from the dress style, I'm thinking it was the early 1960's and that she was in her mid 50's at the time. Old photos are fascinating and I love the play of light and the shadow of the porch bench on the right. Do you see in the far right bottom corner - it's my cat and his shadow - probably the only photo in existence of this cat. Tom was a fixture in our family - born when I was about two years old and died when I was twenty - a ripe old age of eighteen - not bad for a cat. He was my heating pad in the winter as he loved sleeping at my feet. His full name was Samuel Thomas Sylvester Ray - Tom for short. My sister Martha and I fought over his name for years and finally decided to give him this extremely long name because we liked the sound of it. Maybe that's why he lived so long - trying to live up to his lengthy name.
This photo of Mom brings back so many memories. Mom was middle-aged at my earliest memories . Since she was forty-two when I, her youngest of seven, was born, I never knew her as young. Dad was forty-five. The down side of being born to older parents is that I didn't have them in my life as long as my siblings did. They passed away when I was in my thirties.
Mom was a great storyteller and she loved weaving her spells on us with her tales of adventure. She had so much to tell - growing up in the beginning of the twentieth century and seeing so many changes in her lifetime. Each of her stories was told over and over again with great relish. Traveling was her passion and always came back from her trips with the most incredible stories of her journeys that would keep us entertained for months afterwards.
There are so many things in our genetics and in our home life experiences that make us who we are. I see myself reflecting some of Mom's ways, and I find myself lacking in so many others. I found a frame today to put this photo in - one that is very fitting for the play of light and the way she lived her life. The message on the frame says, "It is not how long a star shines, but the brightness of its light."