A Peak at the Past

     My mom had a couple of strokes last fall.  She is better except for the permanent loss of 25% of her vision and because of this cannot drive.  She has been going through her things for the past few months, trying to get rid of as much as possible so she can more easily move into an apartment with senior services.
     She found this forgotten photograph, dated April 1960, during her sorting. Dad must have taken it. Mom was 25 years old here, with three children.  She is folding my brother James' cloth diapers.  She looks so young and happy. 
     I remember everything about that kitchen.  I lived in that house with my parents and four siblings from the time I was born (2 years later) until I moved away to medical school. It's hard to believe we all fit in that house, but it never seemed cramped to me.