Not because of the anniversary of D-Day in World War Two.
And not because it is the anniversary of the day SWMBO and I entered Mexico on our 4+ year adventure back in 1987.
No, it's because it is the anniversary of my mother's birth back in 1904.
Hattie Loretta Hylland Taylor was born one-hundred-and-fourteen years ago.
Amazing.
She was a school teacher in a one-room schoolhouse on the North Dakota prairie when my dad found her.
As young people do they fell in love and were married.
Seems like they ought to have been happier, doesn't it?
Oh they were.
They spent their honeymoon and much of the first year of their marriage "snowed in" on a North Dakota ranch.
Later on, they posed for what I always think of as their "Bonnie and Clyde" picture.
She gave birth to me when she was approaching her 36th birthday.
And 13 years later she was gone, the victim of a brain tumor.
65 years ago but I still think of my childhood memories of her every June 6th.
