The clouds have not been this apparent to me since I was just a wee girl sporting tangled french braids, guarding second base in a #8 uniform.
As children, we would look to the clouds as Mom would say, What do you see up there? Sister and I would take our guesses and agree upon a conclusion, usually a dog or turtle, something familiar.
Well, Mom would say, clearly holding in a more interesting observation, I see the caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland on the left, and Peter Pan in the far back, and Ringo to the right!
Ringo. Of course she would see that.
We knew “old” rock and roll like the back of our hands … a result of years of constant quizzing by Mom when listening to the radio.
Who is this, girls? Peter Frampton, Mom.
Oh, and who is this one? It’s a tough one! Pink Floyd, Mom.
You girls are getting so good at this game! Oh, I love this song! “Oh Lord, won’t you buy me, a Mercedes Benz … ”
Yes, she loved her nostalgic music games as much as she relied on her imagination to keep us entertained. Creativity, outside-the-box thinking came naturally to her, and for this she loved having daughters to relate to. Mom said she always knew God was going to give her daughters.
She’s bossy that way.
Take a peak. Ya never know, you may see Miss Mercedes Benz herself. I know my Mom has.