In the early 1940's:
and in 1960, with five daughters:
The last daughter was born the following May.
Not pictured is my brother, away at school.
I don't know what the occasion was, but as it appears
to be late summer, it's most likely a post-mass
Sunday afternoon.
Not long before she passed away, in 2002, she asked me
what I wanted from her few remaining possessions.
I told her that the only thing I wanted was her biscuit cutter:
Coming from a big family, there were always surrogate moms
on the scene, most notably my sister Ann. I think the story
is that when I was born, Mom handed me to Ann (who was,
I think, 8 years old), and said "Here! She's yours!"
(Or something close to that.)
So much responsibility for someone so young.
Love the photos. Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there who are with us and who have gone.
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