Fête des Mères

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It’s Mother’s Day here in the States, so I thought I’d post a photo of my mom dating from her period as a lingerie model.

I vaguely remember this photo being taken.  We were on vacation in a lakeside cabin in northern Minnesota, where I spent the day on or in the water, my dad fished, drank beer, and grilled steaks, and my mom finally got a chance to relax.

I owe a great deal to my mother, who clawed her way out of poverty, out of the cult in which she was raised, and into a university education.  She had sisu.  Thanks to her determination, and her decision to marry my equally upwardly-mobile father, I was spared the poverty, the cult, and having to work in an iron mine, like so many of my relatives.  (Not that I’m above that sort of thing, I’d just be lousy at it.)

My mom also knew how to have a good time.  So I think we should salute her, and moms everywhere, by having a little fête of our own.

Cheers.