I saw my mom, Betty Jones Brummet, yesterday on Father's Day. She has been my de facto father for 50 years (and is about to turn 90). Here she is with her latest girly quilt project. She makes more macho ones for the fellas. It seemed just right to see her on father's day because she literally had to fill that role for three young kids. I remember my father pretty well, from about age six to ten 1/2, when he died. My sister, 22 months younger, I believe has a lot of memories, but my brother, a few years younger does not remember him.
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