Just wanted to write this up before I forget to tell my sister about it.
I helped my aunt buy a computer today, and I mentioned that I had been scanning slides. She’s been helping me identify people in the pictures because I don’t always know (they are from the 50s and 60s).
I was trying to figure out where a neat picture of gnomes from 1958 was taken, and we figured out it was either in Circus World in Florida or Knott’s Berry Farm in California. She mentioned that she spent her 12th birthday in Florida. As we were talking about it, she told me the following story.
My mom was just graduating from college and didn’t really want to do the touristy stuff my grandparents and her sister were doing, so she’d stay back at the beach, tanning. My mom loved working on her tan, and maintained a nice one. I got the feeling that my aunt was a little disappointed at the time that my mom wouldn’t go with them (there is quite an age difference between them).
What my mom was actually doing is this – as soon as the rest of the family would leave, she’d dive for sand dollars. She got enough sand dollars so that on my Aunt Sue’s birthday, she spelled “Happy birthday, Susan” on the beach in sand dollars.
It reminds me so much of my mom and of my sister, it choked me up.