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4/30/14

Getting InThe Last Word...Zygote

AtoZ Challenge...Letter Z's fiction from forgotten fotos

Mama, where did baby brother come from?

He is your father's fault.

It all began on the playground...I was good at...

Jumping Rope!

K-I-S-S-I-N-G

Mom and Dad

sitting in a tree

K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

First comes love,

then comes marriage,

then comes baby

in a baby carriage!

Okay, maybe that satisfied two year olds 'Back In The Day' when there were wicker 'Baby Carriages' and Mom's absolutely did not say the 'S' word... and more than likely were not familiar with the 'Z' word. Bless her heart, she would assuredly have a difficult time explaining this....

zygotene: the synaptic stage in meiosis in which homologous chromosomes pair intimately.

zygote: a cell formed by the union of two gametes; the developing individual produced from such a cell.

Truth be told...so did my mother.

That's why I was such a good Rope Jumper!

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4/29/14

The Three Yahoos...Who Knew We Stunk

AtoZ Challenge...Letter Y's ficton from forgotten fotos

Is this not an idyllic photo? For someone it captured and memorialized forever a special moment in the lives of loved ones. It portrays an age old tradition of sharing the love of books and storytelling. It was STAGED.

Yep, there's mom dressed in her lovely pink chiffon evening gown, Baby Bubba in his WHITE romper and Buster Browns and me...well, let's just say I can never, ever, ever remember having enough hair to hold up that humongous bow. This was certainly not our typical 'Bedtime Story' scene.

If the truth be known, I can't recall mother reading to us...at bedtime or any other time for that matter. She just didn't have time between working, cooking for a family of seven...sometimes eight or nine depending on what relative she took in...and she made most of our clothes. By the end of the day...well again, let's just say...it wasn't the idyllic 'Bedtime Story' scene.

But here's the thing...Mother LOVED to READ!

Between work, cooking, cleaning, sewing and gathering eggs...we had chickens, she would make time to read. That was when she would herd us outside, latch the screen door and say, "You three Yahoos go play." For years I thought of myself and my siblings as 'Yahoos', and that our mother used it as a term of endearment.

Not so long ago, I was telling my sister about mother calling us a 'Bunch of Yahoos'. Her response was, "That's terrible, I can't believe she would call us that. You do know what Yahoos are, right? "