My mom and me, circa 2009. New York.
My mom with my daughter Katie on her wedding day, last July 2013.
This is my mother’s mother, Margaret, on her wedding day. Circa 1934. With my grandfather, John Patrick. (Margaret is the one I most look like in the family, so they say.)
This is my paternal grandmother, Henrietta. “Henri” for short. In the days before her wedding in the 1920’s.
Circa 1966-67. These are my sisters. Peg in the blue. Me in the daisy dress, and Pam the little one. Both my sisters are great moms too! They each have four children!
Can’t forget an image of Momma Mary — this is the one from our home church in MA. Beautiful hand painted statue.
A throwback to 1994, with a recent remake… “These Are The Women I Come From”
lyrics: by Bonnie Keen and Tori Taff
These are the faces in photographs
Heads all held high
Not afraid to look life in the eye
They are women with backbone
Keepers of the flame
With a spirit even hard times couldn’t tame
These are the women I come from
The faith that sustained them is bred in my bones
I know what I’m made of and where I belong
‘Cause these are the women I come from
They were lovers of babies and lovers of God
With lessons and laughter in their songs
Did they dream better dreams for their children?
As they prayed silent prayers in the night
“Lord, make their way clear and always be near”
Purchase that music here.
