Autos of beauty
Mercury D524 built mid 50s never shown to the public nor in production. They shoulda produced it.
UPDATE: SHERRY'S COVID TEST WAS NEGATIVE.
So for today:
Most of my life I assumed that every mother was like mine; I have over the years learned there were a few exceptions. There are some mothers who have a child and someone else raises them.
I met my first in the USMC, I don’t even remember his name, but it was in the mess hall. I said, “This cooking is okay, but nothing like my mama’s home cooking.”
The retort, “Well let me tell you Reb, this is better than anything my mama cooked, when she was off the streets to do it. She didn’t even like me.”
Then within the last couple years a friend said of her mama, “If she wasn’t my mother, I wouldn’t even like her!”
Now to the reason for this entry before I started that diatribe. Our granddaughter in law has been very sick for a few weeks, she is a nurse. She said the other day, “I was finally able to sing our goodnight songs to the kids.”
That sounded very good to me. It sounded like a mother. I have said many times my mama was big on nightly bedtime prayers and stories. Mama was good at stories. She knew Bible stories, Aesop’s Fables, family stories and some she just made up as she went along.
You may or may not know the bedtime prayer that begins: Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep……….
Shirley and I shared a bedroom most of our childhood. Once (at about 4 yrs old) I was praying and mama was not in the room yet. Shirley kept correcting me. I called for mama, “Mama Shirley keeps interrupting me, I’m gonna knock her down!”
Mama walked into the room and ever so sweetly said, “Jackie, the Lord is listening. You are not supposed to be mad when you pray.”
Then I finished my prayers and mama continued with a story. She could use a switch or just words, but mama knew love. Funny I am 82 and still REMEMBER HER VOICE.
PS: When someone has not known a mother’s love, they have missed a lot in their lives I think. I am glad our boys KNOW a mother’s love.