Happy Mother's Day! We gathered photos of our moms / mom-figures way back when they either didn't know us yet or we barely knew them. Either way, they sure are some hip, hip ladies, and we love them more than our hearts can hold! Thanks for every single thing forever, mother people.
This is my mom, my grandfather's dog that I named Sugarwoofer, and me at my grandfather's canoe rental business near the Buffalo River in Tennessee, 1984. My mother is the Number One Best at matching her earrings to her outfits, to this day. Also this is probably the only picture ever taken of her in a hat, which is nuts because she's so cool here I can't even stand it. I remember the drive to this place was just covered with the leafiest trees.
Here we all are in 1986 in Augusta, GA for our yearly Olan Mills softly lit family portrait, looking suspiciously like members of the Source Family. My dad is missing here, something I'm sure my mom was t...
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