October 27th is the twentieth anniversary of the day my mother Phyllis died.
My favourite photo of her is this one taken in the “roaring twenties”.
This 1950’s family portrait, probably taken by my brother, shows me posed inelegantly.
This one was taken on her 80th birthday. She was a keen knitter and she’d made the jersey herself.
When she died I planted Breath of Heaven to remember her by. This shrub featured in my childhood garden>
My mother had some quirky traits, and is fondly remembered. The memories provoke smiles, not sadness.
“My mother’s often in my thoughts
with recollections of all sorts.”