tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773951083886676220.post5793633959378747603..comments2023-06-30T07:43:26.002-07:00Comments on Blythe Woolston: My Mother's ObituaryAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147284664183496856noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773951083886676220.post-85875445685252832102010-06-08T08:24:42.783-07:002010-06-08T08:24:42.783-07:00That made me cry. There is something beautifully e...That made me cry. There is something beautifully elusive about the way you describe your mother, and whatever sort of person your mother was, she was definitely interesting. <br /><br />A friend of mine carves flowers, babies' faces, and acorns from cakes of soap. She learned how to do it from her mother, who was also a bit of an enigma.Mary Witzlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06458299046574564155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773951083886676220.post-1687188301250790452010-06-07T05:49:20.830-07:002010-06-07T05:49:20.830-07:00Oh, wow.
Condolences. For all of it.Oh, wow. <br /><br />Condolences. For all of it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17704845146768729518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773951083886676220.post-78886571547224106192010-06-04T20:02:20.352-07:002010-06-04T20:02:20.352-07:00Thank you.Thank you.Daughter Number Threehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08171356533232458827noreply@blogger.com