Today we celebrate Mothers' Day, every person now drawing breath on this planet had one and many still have one to cherish. Born when the century was new, my own mother passed away in the late 1990s, at an advanced age. I remember her with great fondness.
She was a pathbreaker in several ways. The second of 7 children, she didn't marry right out of high school. She got stenographic skills and went to work for the Feds in Oklahoma City.
While working there she bought a new Ford model A coupe. She and a girl friend drove it cross country to Virginia and back to visit the friend's parents as a vacation adventure. Some of the roads weren't paved and lodging was iffy, they sometimes camped on school grounds (closed for the summer) where they could use the outhouse.
During the Depression she moved to Los Angeles where she continued to work for the Veterans' Administration. There she met my father who was processing VA disability claims. They married and I was born 4 years later. While I was little she invested in stocks and made money.
In retirement she played bridge and took up oil painting. She did some credible landscapes, I have a couple hanging and they are no embarrassment whatsoever. I hope you can tell I'm proud of her.