Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Mom's Birthday Post

If Mom were still alive, she'd be 91 years old today (June 28, 1925 - July 8, 2015).  I decided to post a few photos of mom and her family, along with some explanation for anyone who is interested.


Mom in her Show Suit
This was taken around 1955.  The Buick rag top was Dad's idea, as he always liked a convertible.  My parents were involved with Palomino show horses, and Mom is seen here wearing her show suit.  Mom bought matching Western style show suits completely plain, without any decoration at all, then decorated the suits herself, thus saving a lot of money and producing a better quality suit.

Thanksgiving Dinner
The people seated around the table (L to R) are:
  • Ruth Cameron, my maternal grandmother
  • Jane Emery, my mother
  • Marion Emery, my paternal grandfather
  • Jess Emery, my paternal grandmother
My father is conspicuously absent, and is likely taking the picture.  Jane's mother Ruth was a very self-reliant woman.  She was windowed in 1939, right at the end of the great depression, and had four daughters to raise.  She taught grade school at Harvard Elementary in Toledo.  My mother grew up during the depression, but she never felt poor, although her life wasn't easy.  You just did without, you helped each other, and you worked.  All four of Ruth's daughters worked their way through college.  Ruth was a staunchly moral person, and would drink a small glass of wine twice a year.

Marion Emery was a very successful businessman, in spite of having a terrible stutter.  He started his own businesses on two occasions; one was a radio sales and repair shop which he sold to his partner, and the other was a truck line, which he later sold.  He knew quite a few people in the business world, many of them politicians or politically connected.  Jess, his wife, was quite a party girl and liked to entertain.  Marion's mother was a Temperance woman, but Jess certainly wasn't.  She drank martinis, and preferred them dry.

My Father on Dixie
This is my father riding Dixie, a very skittish mare.  When I finally learned to ride, dad put me on Dixie, with a few misgivings from mom.  Dixie was a real handful, and I had quite a time keeping her under me.  One night in November I went for a ride in the woods next to us, and I stayed out a bit late - or maybe it just got dark early.  The only thing I remember was a tree limb about chest height, then I wound up sitting on the ground and Dixie took off without me.  

When Dixie came back to the stable without me, my poor mother about lost her mind.  I gather that she ordered Dad to get on Dixie and go find me, while she saddled up her mare and went out to find her missing offspring.  Well, Dad had no trouble finding me, as I was looking all over for Dixie; I couldn't come back without her, and I didn't know that a horse will just run back to the stable, given any choice at all.  Especially around feeding time, which is what this was.  Mom was very glad to see me riding back, safe and undamaged.

Four Sisters
These are the four Cameron girls, with the picture being taken at Alma's wedding.  Left to right, they are:
  • Jane Emery
  • Alma Roper
  • Amy-Lou Seymour
  • Ann Cameron

Mom blinked at the wrong moment.  You would never meet nicer, kinder women than these four, which speaks highly of their upbringing.

John and Alma Roper
I don't know the minister.  I included this photo because I thought my cousin Linda (Alma's daughter) might like it.  I never got to know my Uncle John very well, as they lived in Colorado and we didn't get out that way as much as we should have.

And that, as they say, is that.







5 comments:

  1. Beautiful! I never heard the news when your mom passed, I was just able to make the assumption after reading some of your posts. She was an amazing woman,with incredible talent, knowledge and kindness! I will never forget her making me and Bobby meatloaf sandwiches for lunch...they were delish! Funny the things that stick in our minds! lol

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    1. That post was from your former neighbor, Diana, guess I don't have the "blog account" necessary to post under my name.

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    2. Thank you, Diana. Yes, Mom was a good cook, and she loved children. I remember one summer morning when I was relaxing, thinking about how nice and quiet it was, when Mom interrupted my thoughts, "Those kids are too quiet. I better go check on 'em and see what they're doing."

      Mom sure knew about kids.

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