Tuesday, June 4, 2013
My mother had the strange privilege of having two birthdays. Its all got to do with paperwork snafus and such. This snafu was discovered late in my mother's life. The way we dealt with it was to celebrate her birthday twice - June 3rd and June 18. And so it ever was for our two birthday mom - actually ma, that is, Ma. We never called her mom - so white bread so "Father Knows Best". Our European roots dictated that mother was Ma - occasionally mother as I sailed through my sophisticated teenage years. Ma got a real kick out of my haughty "Oh, mother!" But mostly it was Ma - the warmer softer gentler sound that filled this tiny two letter word with a universe of human emotion. Here, now, is my mini musical picture gallery - my tribute to my Ma.