

The scrap book was a window into my mother before she became a wife and mother. I wonder who was her date? Where was the banquet?
The scrap book was a window into my mother before she became a wife and mother. I wonder who was her date? Where was the banquet?
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Our parents had lives before us, hard to believe at times since we only knew them as parents. That is a beautiful picture of your Mom.
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Thank you, Linda! It reminds of the pictures you post about your family, and when they are all dressed up for something special. I grew up looking at mother’s yearbooks, so I knew she had that life, but when you are younger, I am not sure you think about it in the same way as later–at least, that is true for me.
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There’s a story waiting to be told. I suspect Hardin-Simmons archives might reveal some of it. I’m waiting to hear! Your mother is lovely!
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Thank you, Beth! I have checked the yearbook for that year, and the newspaper archives and what HSU items I can find on line, but so far nothing about the banquet.
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Was it for a sorority or maybe a date to a fraternity banquet? LOL I know you will track this story down!
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Mother was not a member of a sorority and I am not sure if they had them, but it could have been some kind of social club or class banquet.
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Still a big smile!
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Yep…all our lives. 🙂
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Hello. I just read your piece on the N.W. Over street designed school in Duran. Do you have any information on the abandoned Brookville School? I believe it was designed by N.W. Oversteer and A. Hays Town in the same era. Very similar art moderne style, and the only info I could dig up implies the same type of New Deal funding. Great info btw
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Hi, Deltyn, and thanks for stopping by and commenting. I researched the abandoned Brooksville school for The Living New Deal. You can find that information by checking the posting at https://livingnewdeal.org/projects/high-school-brooksville-ms/
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WOW, this has certainly got you thinking.
Reminds me of how my mother told me about her pre marriage loves but Dad wouldn’t utter.
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Mother never mentioned anyone about whom she was serious, but she did talk about going to the movies or ball games, etc., with a date.
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Maybe she only had one true love?
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Maybe so. When she was home for the summer in 1947, she asked Dad what he would do if she did not go back to school in the fall. He brought her an engagement ring the next night and they went to get married.
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I’ve been pondering about this and am anxious to know which of them told you about it or did they both tell you.
I am an absolute romantic!
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It was during a family conversation, but Mother was the one who told us. Daddy always said he intended to marry her from the first time he saw her at a party.
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He sounds like an out an out romantic! 💚
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Beautiful picture of your mother. It is not until my granddaughter sees pictures of me when I was young that she actually realizes we all had lives as young people – just like she is experiencing now. Ha
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So true that they do not think of us as young! My students were always astonished when they would see a photograph in my office of conducting an interview with two famous people and realize “This is you!”
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