A Favourite Photograph
This week's prompt came in the same week as the 10th anniversary of my mother's death so it seemed appropriate to share this photograph, one of the nicest ones I have of her. It was taken by one of her nephews who visited from Ireland less than 6 months before she died. It captures perfectly her lovely smile. I know she'd be saying to him "What on earth are you doing with that camera". He had copies of it made and gave them to my sister and me before the funeral. It now sits on top of the piano near the dining table and her smile is there with us at every meal.
She was an amazing woman, though also very ordinary. Her childhood was spent on a very small farm in Ireland and as a teenager she made the journey to England where her aunt arranged a job in the local hospital as a ward maid - making beds, emptying bed pans, scrubbing floors, all the jobs that are needed to keep a hospital clean and operational but none of them exciting or easy. A whirlwind romance led to marriage and her contribution to "the war effort" by working in the kitchen of the factory canteen feeding hundreds of hungry men. Children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren followed and she revelled in the successes of each one of them. Widowed before they had chance to enjoy retirement she would often say of the new technologies that kept us all in touch across the world "Wouldn't your dad have loved this".
The number of people who felt their life had been enriched by her was evidenced in the turnout at her funeral.
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