This time of the year finds one recalling loved ones and the impact they had on one's life.
"Classic"...some may think that I am speaking of the car...No, I talking of my mother. Of course this photo is from a day gone by, but my mom lives on in my heart and in eternity.
Mom was a Depression baby...she grew up in the small Eastern Dakota town of Avon, South Dakota. Her mother from Ireland, her father of German descent and of an early day Dakota Family... Her brothers fought in World War II...Her sister was her partner.
Mom went off to a university in South Carolina for a time and returned to South Dakota, West River , this time. She was home only for a short while, when a young cowboy showed up on the family's doorstep. He had heard that Voreta Rae Bangert, who was now called Vicky due to roommates in college giving her that nickname, played the piano. And this young man straight off the Plains of Dakota led a youth group near Big Bend west of Rapid City needed someone to play the piano when he would lead choruses.
She agreed...and the rest is history :) And Oh yes, Vicky, my mom, said she would "never marry a rancher".