My Mom

I need to beg your indulgence today, as I decided to do a brief (?) tribute to my wonderful mother (Joan) who passed away unexpectedly just over a week ago. She lived to be 90 years old, and still went to the gym six days a week. She was mentally sharp, had a comfortable home, and four kids who loved her. We should all be so fortunate. Today's post is more for me than for anybody else, but I know you will forgive me. I'd scanned a bunch of photos for her 90th birthday, and chose a dozen.Here she is at around age two (I guess), with my grandparents in their yard in Westwood, Los Angeles (where my mom was born). I'd asked my mom if that house was still there, and she said that it had been torn down, replaced by apartments or condos.Now it's about two years later, and Joanie is in Wisconsin visiting her cousins. What is that dog, a Cocker Spaniel? I think my mom looks pretty cute here.If Joanie was four or five years old in this next picture, then this has to be around 1939 or 1940.…