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!

Sunday, May 11, 2014

A Special Day Recalled

I'll keep this short but just want to comment on two things that make today special. First it is Mother's Day and my dear daughter--yes, she came to me as a 'rescue',  second hand and housebroke, but she is still my "baby girl' and will be even if she is looking at a serious birthday this fall. She posted an old photo on my Facebook page that she got out of a family album I passed to her a few years ago. Yes, I admit to tearing up! Thank you, Sweetie, for this!!

I think this was on my first wedding anniversary or our first anniversary as a family. And yes, I did make her
dress and I had one that matched it which was my 'hippie style' wedding dress. She wore the same outfit the afternoon her dad and I tied the knot. A neat thing was that Rev Allen, the minister who married us, asked the two younger kids still at home if they would accept me as their step mother. Had they not agreed, he would not have performed the ceremony and he told me so afterwards. That was nearly forty three years ago, or will be come September. Thank you Jennifer; I have never been sorry and I hope you haven't either.

Second this would have been my dad's one hundred and second birthday. We often celebrated mother's day and his birthday on the same time and as I got older I sometimes made a cake and fixed a meal for them both. I was the first grandchild on both sides of the family and a spoiled rotten little girl for awhile. Here is a shot of each of my parents with me as an infant, long years ago in Kansas City before I became a born again Arizona native. Dad and I had our conflicts and issues but I really  never doubted that he loved me and always meant well even though it was sometimes hard to see this at the time when I was young and had my own ideas about things. RIP Charles McCormack Morgan. Thank you for your part in making me the person I am today; without you it is not likely I would be a writer. And Mom, you taught me what being a mother should be; I may not have measured up but I did try. I miss you to this very day.

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