An old memory…

“An old memory” that was the subject line from an email from my dearest and most long time friend ever, Myrna. I couldn’t imagine what it was going to be, except perhaps, something had happened to trigger a memory of times together so many years ago.

Her dad was the minister of our church in Baltimore (and later in Pasadena). Mom often taught Sunday School, Bible School, and later played the piano for services.

The photo she sent, sure tugged at my heart. It was my dear sweet mama, as I remember her as a little girl, likely during Vacation Bible School.

Thanks Myrna, I love it. I love you too!

Mom is the “babe” (as Myrna put it) on the right!