Oh my, I remembered my Mom's birthday! I don't think I'm a terrible son, but probably a bad one. I always pinned my Mom's birthday as June 10th instead of the true date, the 11th. And even then I would make it half way through the 11th before remembering. Good thing she was really anti-anything. Anti-flowers especially. I picked a true Mom photo, one with incredibly fashionable hair for 1969. She would be livid with me. She hated photos, which is why I have so few of her. Of special note is my Dad's attire....
I'm sure she'd approve of the drawing. This was from 1961, and I think it's a darn good one. She would be 83 today.
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