A Visit With Mom
When we go to visit Mom we like to make sure we take Brad with us. At 88 years old, she figures no one is going to notice if she plays favorites. So whereas she professes to be glad to see the rest of us; we are definitely just filler in her bouquet for the day. Brad is who she really wishes to see. He likes her too, so it is a good deal no matter how you look at it. When I am old there will be one person who will enjoy my repeated stories and need for a hand getting out of my chair. "You do it just perfectly, Brad!" She crowed proudly upon being lifted effortlessly out of her chair by this strapping grandson. He loves the praise, too, don't kid yourself.
There was not a thing we could say to her about how disappointing it was that she would not wear her newly acquired hearing aids for us. So we smiled bravely and resumed our yelling to be heard. She takes her prerogatives on the merest whim. It is absolutely amazing to me. I cannot wait to be 88 years old. I have finally realized how fun this could be, after all.
This first picture is of Elv's parents. Our June bride's face looks much like this bride, Louise's, here. Resemblances/roots.
I looked long at Great Grandma Hershey's wedding gown. Just how many yards goes into such a frock? I am guessing there would be close to fifteen yards there. Hoops and a trim bodice closed with a couple dozen pretty buttons. The full length sleeve that fits so exactly is a wonder, as well. No doubt Abbey's gown for her wedding was adequately beautiful with the full lace collar. And her hairstyle must have been easier then her mother's judging from the picture below.