Alchemy of Clay

Happy mother's day to all the women who carried another human being under their heart for 9 months...and gave birth in whatever manner, then spent the next however many years feeding, cleaning, dressing, guiding, teaching, nursing, disciplining, hugging, laughing and crying with their children.
   
My grandmother Ada Phillips Swasey Rogers with her firstborn, she's in her wedding dress!
She had 5 sons and one daughter, and only 4 of the sons lived to be adults.  There are now 8 cousins alive as her grandchildren, and many of them are grandmothers themselves.

My maternal great grandmother, after whom I was named Barbara Booth, though I never met her.

Below, my mother on the left, with her mother, Moselle Booth Miller Munhall by her side, and my little sister in front.  My mother worked most of her adult life outside the home, as well as clothed, cooked and fed us, and cleaned our home! We were glad Dad brought home the bacon!

These were women of the 50s!

My mother, Mataley Webb Munhall Rogers, in high school in the 30s.

My mother before I was born...



Good friends Christine and Martha (in hat) who are both nurses!

Last week was Nurses Week, and I'm reminded of the nurturing creative care that these people give, even if not actual mothers.

So whatever may become of us mothers, no matter how our children may have grown and had their own lives, we are still women with memories of lots of joys, sorrows, laughs and sharing.

Happy Mother's Day 2017.

Shared with Sepia Saturday...a bit late this week!
I've been wanting to gather these photos of myself, and my family of mothers and sons...sorry it's not on theme for the Sepians.