• Sunday-What'sUP May 12 - 03:44 pm

Our Shoebox Memory finally makes an evening appearance today, courtesy of J.T. Reeder. The notes with the photos have of these scenes sometime in 1933, and it reminded me of some groups here in the Copper Country today, getting an early start on picnic season. Some of them were wearing coats, too.

What caught my attention on these shots was the word "Mother" in the notes. Looks like a number of these ladies might be mothers, as the guys are certainly outnumbered. A closer look reveals what they have in mind around the campfire, after finishing the sandwiches:

Mother o' Mine by Rudyard Kipling

If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

If I were damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

Happy Mother's Day to you all.

That's beautiful, Waveaction.

Wishing you and all Pasty Moms a very Happy Mother's Day!

Praying for safety for my cousin Linda in Orrick,
Missouri.

Happy Mother's Day ~

love the hats and dress styles.

I remember when "Campfire" marshmellows came in a little box with two layers of 8 marshmellows. Today they are still the best though they now come in a plastic bag.