May is Hat season. My Bama told me so.
Happy Birthday Bama, who would have been 115 this week. For you, I will dig up the old boater hats that still smell of school fairs and garden bubbles.
Or dust off my beret for teleporting back to the streets of Paris…
From you, I learned you don’t need a garden to have a garden party. You just need a hat.
You’re never too young for hat parties.
Even if they have to compete with spring tulips.
You’ll be with me when I’m next invited to wear a hat for a wedding. Then again, who needs permission?
I miss you every day but mostly in May.
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The braids! There is so much of Bama in you, mostly the hats! Both of you leave the house with hats and polish and flair. I’m more of a baseball hat, or pirate kerchief person! I miss the luncheons with candles, chicken salad, roasted almonds and fancy tea cups!
Can’t you just taste those roasted almonds?
My Bama taught me that no matter how pedestrian you feel, toast and a cup of tea on fine china can elevate your spirits. I think of her while polishing my silver and ignore the taunts of those that say “china and silver are out of style”…they just don’t know what it means to have true sense of style!!
Crystal on weekdays!!
This hat piece just made my day, Anne! I smiled as I scrolled through your pictures – you were made to wear a hat!
Happy May!
In church today we sang a hymn that made me think of Bama. I remembered visiting Deer Park and seeing her sing in the choir!
Honestly it made me both cry and smile at the same time! Oh the memories are many…
She was a treasure and we were blessed to be able to call her our Bama!
Celebrate Bama Each year on her birthdayand always! She was a treasure and so elegant.
A treasure indeed!