Awwww, it’s my Mom… on a tiny pony. She looks to be about three years old, which dates this photo to the WWII years.
I’ve always wondered about this photo — why was such a photo taken, when her parents weren’t country people? They lived in the big city of Cleveland, Ohio! Then I remember that, of my maternal grandmother’s many pregnancies, my Mom was her only living child. So when the opportunity arose to put her only baby girl on the back of a pony for a photo-op, you know that was totally happening.
I never met my maternal grandparents — my grandmother having died of breast cancer when my Mom was 13, and my grandfather having died suddenly when Mom was in her last year of high school — but I like to think they were nice people. She didn’t talk about them much. They gave her a good foundation, and she made the best of it. Isn’t that what parents are supposed to do? Especially on a shortened time frame…
Miss you bunches, Mom.
This is our daily open thread — Call your Mom! Or spend time with happy memories.