Saturday, February 28, 2015

Each Candle Represented 31 Years

We had a quiet birthday dinner with my mom last night.  Three candles.  And the food she asked for.  Calf's liver smothered in onions, roasted potatoes, and green peas.  Food she had as a child and thus I had as a child. Dessert was a pflaumen Kuche made by her friend.  We also got to skype with her grandchildren and great-grandchildren.  A good birthday. 

I've enhanced the birthday cake a bit with photoshop.  Pflaume = plums.


  1. Wonderful gift for all of you - thanks for sharing with us!

  2. It's a first selfish thought, but this happy post makes me miss my own mother, who would be 95 now, she, the daughter of a Swedish immigrant mother.

    Turning this round, I know that knowing of my own love for my mom, I can and do wish you and your mother the very best this birthday, from one mother's son to another.

    To the women who made us!

  3. I appreciate your thoughts. Moms and sons have complicated relationships. It's good to have this time together now and giving back some of what she's all done for me.


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