Memories of My Mother’s Clotheslines
As a tribute to my mother on this Mother’s Day who I dearly miss, I am reposting this story that I wrote two years ago, thinking of her and remembering how much my travels reminded me of her. This story does not contain that much information about my mom as its focus is on how I remember her when seeing and photographing clotheslines. This experience made me so curious about what is no longer a common practice in the US. But more importantly, it is such a wonderful memory of both my childhood and my mother’s flawless clotheslines….
