Three Generations

Rob sent me this a few months ago. I think he captured an image from an old home movie my daddy made maybe in 1958, in the happiest of decades. I think I was fourteen, and it could have been Easter.  I remember the feel of the dress I was wearing. My mother, my grandmother and me. Now I am older than my Mama was then. The trees in the background laden with Spanish moss show we were in Wilmington. The everflowing river of time.