This is my Mom snoozing on a tour bus in Ireland years ago. She loved Dad, her kids, grandkids, and great grandkids, her brothers and sisters, and all their offspring. She also loved Notre Dame Football, Gonzaga Basketball (long before it was cool, she worked there as a young woman), the Denver Broncos, Joe Montana, Rose Kennedy, the Democratic Party, and especially Sandy Koufax.
She was a copper miner’s daughter, and a forest ranger’s wife. She was tough as nails and very loving. You crossed her at your own peril. She, my brother and I all graduated from the University of New Mexico the same day.
And she was Irish, not as much as ancestry dot com might say, but I wouldn’t tell her that if I were you. She loved Ireland and everything Irish. So on my Mom’s behalf, Happy Saint Patrick’s Day. I love you and miss you every day.
Nice post! I miss her every day too. She was so proud of being Irish…she’s be so distraught to learn just how little Irish we are. I imagine her and dad with their loving arms wrapped around Bob.
Awww, such a wonderful story and memory.
Oh what a wonderful tribute to your Mom and sweet photo ~ ^_^
Keep calm and be well,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
What a great post! My mom was part Irish, a redhead one. I miss her so much!
Loved reading this!