Happy Birthday Mom
Interesting story about my mother…
She was a true Jersey girl; her mother’s side lived in the Trenton area for generations. When mom was a little girl, she and her family regularly visited friends in Princeton.
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She would play in the front yard while her folks would hang out on the porch. Every so often, an older man would walk past the house and invite my mother to walk with him. He was very well known, and her parents were flattered that he would ask her to join him.
My mother told me that he would have her look closely at leaves and at birds, appreciating the intricacies of nature. She would be enamored with their conversations.
That old man would pass away in 1955 at Princeton Medical Center. His name was Albert Einstein.
I can remember as a toddler my mother telling me to look at how beautiful the birds are. To this day, I appreciate birds and think about her when I see them. Rest in paradise, mother.
