My mother was a wonderful woman. She was born in 1928, her grandmother , a midwife helped her into the world. This picture was taken in my grandmother's basement where we were living at the time. My father had left us and was unheard of for about 30 years. Soon after we moved into our own house, my mother worked and I remember her doing ironing for neighbors, in the days when everything had to be ironed! A few years later my mother remarried. I'm the blond little girl on the right. My grandmother Robinson made us matching pajama's every Christmas, how we loved those and looked forward to them. My mother passed on just a few years ago.I miss her, but, am thank-ful for the good woman that she was.....my mom!