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.
Mom
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Thanks for sharing Kris, I've never seen this picture before and did not know of mom's fear of "getting wet"!! Somehow this looks like an earlier picture of her - it looks like she is truly suffering. It somehow makes me feel sad for her!!! It reminds me of the image I have of her sitting on our couch, when we lived in town where Kennard now lives, and the Delta Police were at the door and wanted to speak with me!!
Uh Oh Uncle Bob! What did you do?
Look at how upset she was! You all are lucky that your kids all turned out way more well mannered than you where!
What a great picture.
I can tell you right now, magazines, artists and the like would line up for that.
I did not do this. Bob was right. It is an older picture of her and I believe is was even before she was married (well, I really dont' know). What I do remember is living out by the river (no, not a van down by the river) and we were out back (probably picking weeds. We were always picking weeds. Squirting them with a hose made it easier.) and I tried squirting mom with the hose and I QUICKLY found out how much she hated being squirted.
It sounds like Aunt Kris loves Chris Farley as much as we do:) That "Van Down By The River" skit is so funny...
Love ya!
Amber and Fam
I was dusting the other day and came across a shelf stocked with photo albums and such. My dusting ended THERE as I stopped too long and began browsing through the album my Mom gave us kids for Christmas a few years ago of clippings from Grandma Moody's column articles...Inez Sez and the like...Before long I was deeply engrossed, now not just standing near the shelf, but plopping down on the nearby couch and delving in...Papa and Mama Pyland stories, political opinions, news of Delta, stories and poems and musings of motherhood and children and jams and jellies...Being on a free summer schedule for a few weeks yet and my children happily playing spy and Monopoly and Checkers upstairs, I was treated to a long afternoon of hearing Grandma's "voice." Before I knew it, it was 5 pm (I had begun dusting after lunch!) I woke up out of my dream world of Delta days gone by, wiped away a few tears, and got up to begin my evening/dinner routine with my own little ones...yet somehow feeling quite different...a new perspective upon my shoulders and feeling close to family though still far away...a continuing of tradition...a recognition of the part of my life that I now see came from my Grandma and my Mom...Thanks Mom for sharing the memories and spending the hours to give me that book so I could know Grandma and Mama and Papa Pyland so much more...not just pictures...part of me as I am a part of them...FAMILY...
Love, Amber
(Nick please add sixmckennas@gmail.com to the list of members, then I can post on the board vs in a comment...thanks!)
thanks for this post Amber, Even though it is 12:10 am!!! why aren't you in bed!
anyway, loved doing that scrapbook and look at it frequently myself. Loved my mother and father that is for sure. Great people and gave me a wonderful childhood
love
Mom
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