Post #23


 

This young man's eyes are so brown, he's full of.... brown clothes.
As I've previously said, my mom used to love getting me brown clothes to match my brown eyes.  Here she gives me a scarf  to go with the brown corduroys you might have seen in a previous pic.  
One time later, Mom actually gave me a grey scarf, which I still have and even wear sometimes to this day.  I'll never lose that.  I have some other odd clothing items that I kept to remember Mom by.  But I don't think anything brown made the list.  Hindsight is 20/20, eh?  I'd love to have all that brown clothing she bought for me now.  Not that I'd fit in any of it.
But I can tell you the corduroys didn't quite make the cut.
My brother Pete remarked about Mom's needlepoint artwork that's hanging on the wall behind me there.  She'd put a ton of hours into those.  It was one of her passions, along with doing a lot of knitting and other craft-y stuff.  She was really quite talented.  The fact she took so long to finish something like those needlepoint pictures tells you a lot about Mom's patience in those days.  I think I'd push that patience to new levels, though.
I think a lot of things I wore back then always looked too big on me because I was so scrawny.  Most of us kids back then were; surely with us Cook kids, because we basically grew up poor and couldn't afford too many indulgences.  But Mom's love kept the family together.  And you can't put a price on that.

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