Ruth Voisin
It was twenty years ago today that my mother died suddenly. I often wish I could speak with her again. But time is healing my loss and it’s fun to reminisce every now and then.
She collected old lithographs with a theme depicting a bluebird on a tree branch with a little girl gazing up, usually looking out a window. They reminded her of one by Bessie Pease Gutmann that her mother had. Of course this morning a couple bluebirds happened by my backyard. Every time I see one now I chuckle and think to myself it’s mom saying hi.
Mom’s the one who got me interested in genealogy. She often said that I come from “good stock” and spoke of how strict and clean my German ancestors were. Even though my grandmother’s pantry had a dirt floor, it was always swept and “clean.”