279: TEXTING

Texting

And so it is -- Documenting the human Condition.

278: The Spring Strut

When spring arrives, Man's fancy turns to love.

Courtship

277: Mothers Day

Mother

Zella Williams Bass Rowe
1922-1951

I remember my birthday the year before I started to school, I was living with my mother in a one room apartment. As I look back it seems she was really struggling to support us but she came up with the funds to throw a nice party for my birthday. After the party she revealed my special present from her. She had taken tape and laid out a street intersection on the floor in the middle of the room with tape. She then took some of my old battered toy cars and placed them in the intersection along with a brand new fire truck and police car. For the next month she would sit on the floor with me nearly every night and we would play "Car Wreck."

So few years, So many memories.
But not near enough.
Miss you MOM.