Bob, I have to correct something, just for the record. In an earlier post, The One True Church, I offhandedly remarked that Shirley Connell was my second great love; Dodo Einstein, Albert’s daughter, being the first. Wrong.
My real first love was Mom, that beautiful movie star of a mother, whom I remember gazing up at, moonstruck, as a wee lad. All little boys fall in love with their mothers, I suppose, but she made it so easy.
This newspaper clipping shows her as a young, vivacious waitress, time and location unknown, echoing my earliest memories of her.