The box of photographs had spilled over inside our garage. I came upon them while searching for clutter to dispose of at last week's free disposal at the county landfill. I hadn't seen the photographs, from the early to mid-80s, in years. My mother likely hadn't viewed them since they were taken. It was Mother's […]

The box of photographs had spilled over inside our garage. I came upon them while searching for clutter to dispose of at last week's free disposal at the county landfill.
I hadn't seen the photographs, from the early to mid-80s, in years. My mother likely hadn't viewed them since they were taken. It was Mother's Day weekend, so I gathered up the photos and headed south down 281 late Sunday afternoon.
Sunday afternoon was a typical Kansas spring day, like an old friend who's visited you often, with its stout south winds, increasing heat and humidity. This type of day is wired into the subconscious of Great Plains residents and causes our radars be on the alert for what might come later.
Anyway, after sharing a card and the Mother's Day presents I'd brought along, we sat down and to look a the photos, which were mainly from family's trips to Colorado, with several holidays and other special occasions also in the mix.
'I'm the only person in that photograph that's alive. I guess that's why I feel lonesome sometimes,' my 76-year old mother commented, after we viewed a photograph depicting her parents, my father, brother, paternal grandmother and special friend of this grandmother.
Our 1970s and 1980s family vacations to Colorado hold many good memories. Mom commented about how we all seemed to be happy in one such photograph of our then intact family. One batch of pictures helped us to recollect the year that my then-teenage cousins and aunt (mother's sister) from Arkansas joined us on a southwest Colorado trip.
After viewing several photographs of me standing upon a precipice overlooking a valley or some other seemingly precarious spot high up in the Colorado Rockies, my mother said that this had made her nervous at the time, but she didn't say anything to me then.
The pages of our lives keep turning, and every once in a while it's nice to take a step back and consider how things used to be. Perhaps there is no better time to remember the faces of the people you've loved and the places you've been then on Mother's Day.