and the wind cries...

mary.

my mother was born on this date in 1929. i cannot conjure up what she would be like as an 84 year old woman.

in my memory, she will always be 52 and stoically resigned to her fate.

here is a photo of mary's eldest granddaughter. she has always resembled my mother, which has been a great comfort. a sort of consolation prize from the universe.

happy birthday, mama. happy autumnal equinox, everyone else.

Cedar Ridge 1997

The girl in the middle (and my middle child) sent this today... Her siblings--the other two kids in this photo-- will ~both~ celebrate their birthdays on Wednesday. My son will be 31 and my youngest will be 21. No matter how many decades pass, I still smile about giving birth on the same date. Twice.

I won't be celebrating with them this year, but they'll all be together in San Francisco. This photo was taken when we all resided in the hills above Twain Harte, California.