As if on cue, my white rose bush has put forth some buds in honor of Mother’s Day. In the south, you wear white roses in your Mother’s Day corsage if your mother is dead and red roses if your mother is living.
I always ordered my mom a corsage with three roses because she had three children. I don’t know if people still do that sort of thing, but I certainly hope so. Mother’s Day was always a day when the church was full, with children visiting from near and far.
We buried my mother six years ago today. It was a beautiful spring day, just like she loved. She had just turned 82 a few weeks earlier.
This photo was taken the day we celebrated her 80th birthday with a community wide celebration. It was May 8, 1999 – the Saturday of Mother’s Day weekend, held at the Barlow house, a historic home in Barlow, Ky. We had not been able to do it near her birthday on April 24 because the house was unavailable. We made that decision early on and it turned out to be a blessing in disguise because she broke her hip at the end of January that year and had just gotten rid of the walker the day before her birthday party. That, of course, did not deter her from wearing her usual high heels with her dress.
I hope you have a wonderful Mother’s Day.