Mom

I don't know who took this picture of mom, nor who it was that decided to get her wet, but I remember mom's feelings toward getting wet like this. She HATED it. She would tell me that she could not breathe, and therefore became anxious. Maybe she told me because I was guilty at one time or another of spraying her with the hose. I recall that now that I think of it. We lived outside of Delta. I also think I had to pull weeds all that day.

Mint anyone?

I'm eating Andes Candies and missing Grandpa and Grandma Riding. :) I loved sneaking those out of his little candy jar, although I'd always look up after grabbing a couple of them and Grandpa would just look down at me from his chair and wink. :)