1530–40; < L persistere lit., to stand firm permanently, equiv. to per- (through) + -sistere, akin to stāre to stand
Mom would have liked part of what I did yesterday, if not that it got so bad to begin with:
Why do I think she would? Well, . . .
That's just a couple of shots of the kind of thing I remember her engaged in much of the time. (Click for bigger.) (They didn't look as good with the link-hint borders.)
She thought herself a much worse housekeeper than her mother had been.
One of the ways she could love me after I'd left her home was to advise me on household matters. Traditional domestic, financial, practical. Not always with the caution I think of her generally practicing.
She was a Capricorn, which fits that way, if you roll that way. She grew up during the Great Depression, which fits that way too, if you roll that way.
I'm gonna stick one more here that I posted a while back, cuz she looks so happy in it. It was among some snapshots I pulled out years back when Denise was looking for old photos of young people in love for some project the Hopkins Press was putting together. Probably a jacket design thing; maybe one the tough-cool Martha was doing. None of the ones we submitted made the cut, but it was fun looking for them. I'd been rooting for one (I don't have scanned to offer you just now) in which they're out in front of a house (where most of those old family pix seem to have been taken) and my dad is in an apron, very goofy-faced, a big pipe sticking out to the side from his mouth. But this one might have had a better chance to be chosen, not goofing on gender roles.
Hey there, happy dead folks.