Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Fran Loves His Mom

The very first time I met Fran, he talked about his mom a lot. After I met her, I could understand why. She is ninety-four years old, takes care of her house the best she can, She cooks for her son that lives with her and herself, and does the laundry. Her first love is her flowers and gardening in the spring and summer. This fall she was out there digging up the bulbs to plant for next spring.
She does a lot of knitting and crocheting and loves to tell stories of her past.

Marie was musically inclined when she was young and still can sing. Her eyesight prevents her from playing the piano and organ otherwise she would be doing that too.
The day before her ninety fourth birthday (our wedding) she danced with Fran. The band played a waltz for them to dance too and played her the Happy Birthday Song. She loved it. You can see a picture of Marie and Fran's dad dancing on the June Post of this year. It looked like they were having fun.
I found a picture taken long ago of Marie and Raymond (Fran’s father) and I see the resemblance of Fran and his dad.