Today is my mother’s Birthday. She would have been 89 had she not been carried away about 20 years ago by Emphysema caused by a lifetime of heavy smoking. She’s seen here with my father on their wedding day in August 1950. I wasn’t born until 1952 and so clearly could not have taken the picture, which came from their wedding album. I remember being fascinated by this album with the white, shiny, textured cover when I was a child. But I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t in any of the pictures.