I tried to find a pic of glads and roses in a mixed bouquet - it would have been perfect. Think glads were one of Mom's favorite flowers. Sorry, Mom, but you loved roses, too. So glad we gave you them to enjoy.
We all loved Mom's sense of adventure and fun. As kids, she'd get us in the car and we'd all sing at the top of our lungs as she bombed down the road. Of course, had to have "I spy" game going, also.
It was very common to see Mom, all 95 pounds of her, roaring around town in Dad's 3 ton gravel/coal truck - horror on the faces of the town "ladies" and men. We three would be happily stuffed in the truck with her. Dad was summoned by "Grandpa" (her father) who informed Dad it wasn't "right" for Mom to drive a truck! Also, when she got her own car, again Grandpa called a meeting and protested. To Dad's credit he sided with Mom, of course! This was about 1951 and I am proud he treated her as the proud, tough, strong, humorous person she was. The local ladies were jealous of Mom's having her own car and when Dad got her a used Studebaker, they teased her. "don't know if you were coming or going to town!" Thanks for the memories, Mom. From "The Three of Us". Hugs. xxx