Continuing our belated Mother’s Day festivities, here’s an all-mom miscellany.
With musical accompaniment!
…asked no daughter, ever.
I think I’m doing vacuuming wrong.*
For the aspiring mother.
And for the aspiring non-mother.**
Finally, some modernists and their moms:
And this is a repeat from my last post but I love this picture.
*To which I hear a chorus of voices of people who actually know me saying, “When was the last time you did vacuuming in any way whatsoever?”
**If she can get a copy–the Postmaster General banned it from the mails.
***CORRECTION 9/4/2019: If you’re wondering what a grandmother is doing in an all-moms edition, here’s the story: I originally identified the woman in this photograph as Williams’ mother after seeing her identified as such in several places, including a blog published by Yale’s Beinecke library, which owns the photograph. When I saw her identified as Emily Dickinson Wellcome in the Williams biography Something Urgent I Have to Say to You, I inquired with Beinecke Library and was told it is Williams’ grandmother. But, as I wrote in the previous post I mentioned, she was a fierce, amazing, mom, so she deserves a place here.