Fall

My mom was nicknamed Cynthia by my brother when we were in elementary school. When she did something that annoyed him, he’d put his hands on his hips and say in a June Cleaver tone, “Cynthia!” If you aren’t laughing at the thought of a blond little boy channeling 1950s TV, I guess you had to be there. It is still a silly joke in our family today and I’m pretty sure it still gets my mom’s feathers ruffled.

San Antonio Quilt Fair

When he was in college, Cody started speaking like a rapper — logically. So, Mom became Moms. To his horror, she adopted this and still signs most email and any other correspondence to her children with the bizarre moniker. I suppose she learned in that time that if you can beat them, join them.

Dear Jane

Our matriarch is a quilter, as I’ve mentioned a thousand or so times before. She recently showed at a quilt exhibit in San Antonio and came home with a chest full of ribbons. She sent the photos yesterday and I have to say, I’m pretty darn proud of the Moms.

Dear Jane

These included her “Dear Jane” quilt, which I’ve been promised. I am so very happy to have this quilt one day. It is an heirloom item, along with a book of stories about our family and what was happening in the world when she made each square.

Good work Cynthia MOMS!

~K