I enjoy all your pieces, but in writing the essay on your mom‘s behalf, you inadvertently deputized me to send you a picture that I’ll just label “not dead yet.“
For weeks I’ve been trying to capture a picture of the woman who appears nightly on the Beaver Toyota ad (you can’t make this stuff up). She seems pretty authentic, nasal Southern country accent, de rigeur little cross, and a platinum pile on top of her head. Her beehive does not achieve the height or hide the mysteries of your mother’s, but nightly when she comes on I think of you.
All good wishes to you and your wise, sweet husband. I’ve been an admirer of his and his cousin Bede for a very long time. So it’s a delight now to be following you.
Life has gotten in the way and just today did I read this tribute to your mother. It is delightful.
Regarding your long friendship with Gaylee-I have a longtime childhood friend (who recently passed away) but I never referred to him as an old friend, rather he was a friend of long standing.
Your post brought me back to my (4"11") mom and her hair. Not quite the magnificently towering beehive of your mom, but the French twist and combs and the occasional bauble to ornament her gorgeous full head of hair. Cancer treatment stole her locks, but she pinned a sparkling butterfly to a turban and bravely went forward. Oh, how we miss our moms! Thanks, Connie for the image of your dear one!
Thank you for this. My mother, same era, got her hair done at the beauty parlor by the same lady every Saturday morning for decades. All she had to do was form it back in place and spray it, from Sunday through Friday. She never had to comb it out herself. She lost track of its color, discovering in her 60s that it had gone gray.
Connie,
I enjoy all your pieces, but in writing the essay on your mom‘s behalf, you inadvertently deputized me to send you a picture that I’ll just label “not dead yet.“
For weeks I’ve been trying to capture a picture of the woman who appears nightly on the Beaver Toyota ad (you can’t make this stuff up). She seems pretty authentic, nasal Southern country accent, de rigeur little cross, and a platinum pile on top of her head. Her beehive does not achieve the height or hide the mysteries of your mother’s, but nightly when she comes on I think of you.
All good wishes to you and your wise, sweet husband. I’ve been an admirer of his and his cousin Bede for a very long time. So it’s a delight now to be following you.
Warm regards,
Christie Theriot Woodfin
Hi Connie,
Life has gotten in the way and just today did I read this tribute to your mother. It is delightful.
Regarding your long friendship with Gaylee-I have a longtime childhood friend (who recently passed away) but I never referred to him as an old friend, rather he was a friend of long standing.
My mom also wore beehives-and would use knitting needles sometimes to scratch and itch.
Your post brought me back to my (4"11") mom and her hair. Not quite the magnificently towering beehive of your mom, but the French twist and combs and the occasional bauble to ornament her gorgeous full head of hair. Cancer treatment stole her locks, but she pinned a sparkling butterfly to a turban and bravely went forward. Oh, how we miss our moms! Thanks, Connie for the image of your dear one!
Wonderful photos! What a tribute to your mom!
Thank you for this. My mother, same era, got her hair done at the beauty parlor by the same lady every Saturday morning for decades. All she had to do was form it back in place and spray it, from Sunday through Friday. She never had to comb it out herself. She lost track of its color, discovering in her 60s that it had gone gray.
What a lovely tribute to your mom. We miss our mothers every day when they are gone. Sending love and hugs.
Your mother must have been quite something! I can remember my aunt conserving her weekly-styled hair just like that. Thank you.
While I love everything you write, this one might be my favorite so far. Thank you for making my day.
Wonderful, so glad you write and explore both the past and present.
Wonderful!
What a lovely, quirky, wonderful tribute!
Thank you. My mother would have loved your use of the word “quirky.”
This was a joy to read.
I love this piece! Easter Sunday marked 28 years since my mother left us. The fun memories sustain us! Thanks for sharing!
Oh, Virginia. You are so right about the fun memories. I am grateful for them.
There’s nothing like old pictures to stir up old favorite memories. That was quite the ‘do! She carried it beautifully.
My mom’s in 1964.