In 1997 I (middle of the photo) was teaching the 6th grade with my friend Joan (third from the right in the photo). Her mother (farthest to the left in the photo) was an elementary school principal and through an organization she belonged to procured tickets to a minor inaugural ball for whomever wanted them. I immediately said yes and asked both my mother (second from the left) and aunt (third from the left) if they were interested. Joan brought her mother and another teacher, Caroline (second from right) brought her daughter (farthest to the right).
We had fun (I had too much fun) and we had our photo taken.
Today the only two people from that photo still living are Joan and me. When each person died I remembered this photo and thought of that photo in Back to the Future where the family members disappeared. In our case though, any disappearance was not due to not ever having been, but because they no longer were. I’ve misplaced my photo and just came across Mom’s copy.
Only One Mother
Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,
Hundreds of shells on the shore together
Hundreds of birds that go singing by
Hundreds of bees in sunny weather
Hundreds of dew drops to greet the dase
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one Mother in the wid word over.