Timeless Bershon
It’s been a long week for both my husband and I. We are sitting on the couch with our laptops doing a little surfing and blogging before calling it a night. I was doing a quick browse of the BlogHer site when I found this post on teenage “bershon.” I didn’t know what the heck this bershon thing was until I checked out the photos. Then I remembered my favorite photos of my mom and I. So next thing I knew I was joining the Flickr group and uploading those photos. I have to post them here too of course.
Pam, I love these photos. Your mom hadn’t met your dad yet in 1962, I assume. Now we wear comfortable clothes while flying, but back then, it was high heels, a girdle and hose!
How old were you in this photo?
My, my, my. That first photo was one brutal Bershon moment. My computer monitor actually shook a little bit, such was the power of your teenage rage.
And mother, dear mother. Armed and dangerous with her own Bershon and hatbox. Hatbox!
And now you’re a woman of the church, probably a cheerful, upbeat sort. This gives me hope for my own Bershon-intensive teen. (Not that I was never Bershon. Oh, no. Not me.)
Thanks for stopping by the post. Many blessings to you.
Pamela, that was end-of-home-leave exhaustion. And maybe a bit of melancholy. But once on board the SS United States, I’m sure my spirits lifted….. What I did to merit such a glare from you, I don’t recall. Probably taking your picture! … I hope you noticed the dish of buttercurls which I always made.
Right Marilyn, my mom was just a few years away from meeting my Dad. I know the year for her photo because she always made notes on the back. I unfortunately never do, so I have to guess that I was around 19 or 20.
Yes, Grace there is hope! The dark moody teenager is gone, replaced by someone who is known for her humor and kindness (or at least I try!). I think I can still pull off a pretty intense look when I’m angry though 😉
Yes, I remember the butter curls well Mom! You have always done things with style and attention to detail 🙂
Luckily, I don’t remember the details anymore, but I do remember that you had just said something that embarrassed me in front of Uncle Chuck. A classic mother-daughter moment I’m sure!