Well today was my mom’s 94th birthday. She was born in 1918 a long time ago. She has been a devoted mother and has done everything possible for me and our family. She worked two jobs when I was a kid just to make sure we had everything we needed and then some. She never wanted people to know we were poor, but of course we were. Dad worked in construction, so there were a lot of times he had no work, so some of the financial responsibility fell to mom. She always made sure we looked clean and neat and even if we had no money for new outfits, she would make us something.
Here is a photo of her and one of her granddaughters Jami. I think you can tell they are related.
After the birthday party at the Olive Garden where I had a salad without dressing and minestrone soup, which did not make me sick I drove Jackie and I home in the Z. Here is a photo of me. A lot of folks say I look like my mom. What do you think?