Sunday afternoon Genealogy Fun

Sunday afternoon genealogy fun – favorite photo of your mother

Each week on Randy Seaver’s Genea-musings blog he has a post for Saturday night Genealogy fun.  Because of the time difference, I have called my series Sunday Afternoon Genealogy Fun.

For this week’s mission (should you decide to accept it), I challenge you to:

1)  This is Mother’s Day weekend, so please go through the photographs you have of your mother and share your absolute favorite photograph of her.  Just one.  Oh, tell us why it’s your favorite, and tell us something about your mother, too.

2)  Share your photograph and story in your own blog post, in a comment on this post, or on social media (e.g., Facebook, Google+, Pinterest, etc.).

The only problem with this challenge is I’ve already done two posts about my mum in the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks series, and one of them included my favorite photo of my mum.  So, for this challenge, I had to come up with a new favorite photo.  In looking through my photos, I have surprisingly few of mum, but found this one of mum and dad at my wedding (dad was holding one of his grandsons, but I have cropped the photo to focus on mum and dad).

Mum and dad
My mum, Edith Jean Marr Whimpey, and my dad Ivon Walter Whimpey

This photo probably is more of my favorite photo, as it’s a photo of how I remember mum. This photo reminds me how mum was always there, how she pretty much organised my wedding for me, and that she made my wedding dress and my bridesmaids’ dresses.

Some other memories I have of mum are:

When I was a teenager, mum joined Toastmasters, to help her with public speaking. She was also fairly involved with the local schools, and would sometimes help out with the Snack bar.  On those days, we got to buy our lunch, instead of the usual sandwiches.

Another thing that I remember about mum is that she always kept in touch with her cousins, so I think she had a good knowledge of the family history.  Unfortunately, I only became interested in the family history after she died, so there were probably many family stories that died with her.

In later years, mum developed diabetes, and had to make changes to her eating habits.  As a result, she lost quite a bit of weight.  In her later years, she was beginning to go blind, and I remember dad adding large labels to all the containers, so that she’d know what was in them. In April 1990, mum suffered a series of strokes, and died on 9 April 1990 at the Wonthaggi Hospital.  Her funeral was held at the local Uniting church in Wonthaggi, and she was buried at the Box Hill Cemetery, in the same grave as her infant daughter Lynda, who had died in 1957.  When dad died in 2009, he was also buried in this grave.