I guess I am a mom of sorts--I got my kids second hand and housebroke LOL but they are still precious to me and we have become good friends now that we can meet as near equals and adults. But I don't normally take a lot of note of Mother's Day. Oddly though, something got me thinking that direction today--maybe the fact that I'm catching up to my mother's age--for her life ended at the age of 76 and 3/4 when she succumbed to ovarian cancer in November 1996..
My parents met due to the disruption of World War II which sent a man from Missouri to Lexington Army Depot in Kentucky, which was mom's home state. Her ancestors had deep roots there, dating back to the days of Daniel Boone and the Revolutionary War. They met, fell in love and wed within two months. That happened often in those days, for when war threatened, people were inclined to grab what chances they could for happiness. Living together without marriage was much less common in the early 1940s. Here is a picture of my parents at that time, I think on their wedding day; they were married in a parsonage with few attending. I cannot recall them looking either that young or that happy but I am glad for them in the joy reflected in their smiles here. It was July 6, 1942.
Welcome to my World
Welcome to the domain different--to paraphrase from New Mexico's capital city of Santa Fe which bills itself "The City Different." Perhaps this space is not completely unique but my world shapes what I write as well as many other facets of my life. The four Ds figure prominently but there are many other things as well. Here you will learn what makes me tick, what thrills and inspires me, experiences that impact my life and many other antidotes, vignettes and journal notes that set the paradigm for Dierdre O'Dare and her alter ego Gwynn Morgan and the fiction and poetry they write. I sell nothing here--just share with friends and others who may wander in. There will be pictures, poems, observations, rants on occasion and sometimes even jokes. Welcome to our world!