These were the leftovers of Jean’s dream since she was now past the age of giving birth.
“Maryjean, that will be a good name for her,” thought Mary as she carefully sewed tiny rosettes on the little garment. She would be giving birth in just five more months. How would it be – being a mother? She was now over thirty-five. Sort of iffy, healthwise. If Mary died, Jean would be responsible for Maryjean since she would be her Godmother.
If it’s a boy? She would put a rope around the rosettes and name the child Gene. Jean would like that.
PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas
Write a one hundred word story sparked by the picture prompt. More stories of this type can be found by visiting Rochelle at https://rochellewisoff.com/ Thanks, Rochelle and Alicia, for this challenging event.
About oneta hayes
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
I had friends in high school who were married a long time. Gene and Jean. Well done.
That must have made it easy when they met! “My name’s Gene” and “Hello, my name’s Jean.” Perfect.
like they say, better late than never. 🙂
Oh, how much good has been added to my life because of my two sons!
Sometimes those “late” babies come at just the perfect time 🙂
In my opinion, it is better late than never.