I wish my
grandmother and my mom were alive – for a lot of reasons. There are so many stories that I
half-listened to when I was younger… I wish I would’ve written them down. So, I’ll tell you the story as I know
it. My sister, Cindy, may have a
different version – and hers is probably more correct. But, since I’m in Texas and she’s in
California, this will do for now…
My mom was a
stunningly beautiful woman. I’m not the
only one who thought so. Here she is,
wearing The Dress:
This was in 1948
when she graduated from high school. Her
mom made this beautiful dress
Nana – my grandmother
– cut, fitted and sewed in her own magical way. It was tailored to mom's slim,
strong body perfectly The dress was all lace, and had satin buttons all down
the back, which took forever to button, because there were more loops than
buttons, and decisions had to be made about where to loop what.
She wore this
same dress on the day she married my dad - June 12, 1951. And, she wore it
again on their 30th wedding anniversary:
I keep it in my
cedar chest, along with her veil. It’s a
visual reminder of her beauty, strength, talent and love.
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