I am continuing with the 365 Photos Challenge and I am now on Day 69. Anyone can join in, you do not have to be nominated. Here are the rules on the 365 Photos Challenge.
This blue bowl was my Momma’s. We all called our parents Momma and Daddy growing up. This bowl is such a treasure. I remember she always kept candy in it on the kitchen counter. I try to keep it in a place where the light really shows off the blue beauty. I don’t have a lot of my Momma’s things but what I have I treasure. I was 14 when she died. A hard age to lose a parent, but any age is hard. She was a light in everyone’s life. She never met a stranger and nobody ever had a bad word to say about her. I was very proud of my Momma and miss her every day.
We do not remember days; we remember moments. ~ Cesare Pavese
Very pretty bowl, beautiful color! Thank you for sharing the memory of it with us 🙂
Thanks Courtney this is a real treasure.
I great photo with a great memory behind it.
Thanks LaJenna, very very special.
You guess my drawing right.
That was fun to guess. Thanks!
I have to admit that you have a hard life experience with lots of loss. But by having a lot of good memories attached to such valuable treasure at least you have the energy source to keep you excited.
I have so many sad stories I could tell you Albert but I really try hard to stay positive. And so many see talking about loss and tragedies as a negative issue. I try hard every day to make the best out of the time I have and the memories.
I’m very sure of that, Carol! People who behave differently will complain more and cry rather than be tough, wise, and learn to rise up, survive, and be happy!
I have to agree, life makes you tough.
It’s good when we have valuable items for us from our closest people. Who are not among us. The bowl is beautiful. Let there always be candy in it. This will keep the tradition alive.
You are so right and it does have candy in it. 🙂
What a beautiful bowl, and such nice memories of your mom 🙂 You mention that you called your parents Momma and Daddy growing up – here it’s usually Mammy and Daddy, though I’ve seen some Americans take exception to the former (I don’t remember why). 14 is a terribly tender age to lose one’s mother. I was 16 when my Dad died, but it would have been harder at 14, and harder if it had been my mother. Of course you miss her!
A lot of people use Mom or Mother. Yes, 14 is an age when you really need your mother, as a daughter. I grew up really fast. So sorry about your Dad, it is so hard Norman. Each loss is different. I know you know that by now.