Catherine Connors is a mother, writer and recovering academic who traded the lecture hall for the playroom and discovered that university students and preschoolers have much the same attention span. She still dips her toes into academic waters by writing the occasional scholarly article about the place of motherhood in Western philosophy, but mostly now she changes diapers and wipes noses and indulges in long reflections on whether Yo Gabba Gabba is a harbinger of the decline of western civilization. Oh, and she blogs: in addition to Bad Mother blogging at BeliefNet, she is, among other things, the author of HerBadMother.com, Managing Editor of MamaPop, moderator of Her Bad Mother’s Basement, co-founder and co-editor of WeCovet, Contributing Editor at BlogHer, and (deep breath) founder of and contributor to Canada Moms Blog. And in her spare time… oh, wait. She doesn’t have spare time. But she’s okay with that.
1940′s. I’d like to think that I retraced some of their steps the other
week. But even if I didn’t, the BC portion of my trip is still
dedicated to their memory. *kissestoheaven*
















posted July 16, 2009 at 3:47 pm
Like this photo – I have an almost identical one (right down to the vehicle) of my own grandparents. Also taken in the 1940s.
posted July 17, 2009 at 9:15 pm
I also have a very similar picture of my grandparents, taken in the same era, with my grandfather also in a sailor suit. They, however, were not much for traveling back in those days. It wasn’t until they’d been married for over 40 years that he finally convinced her to buy an RV and see some of the US. She was terrified of driving, and of traveling.
(PS – Most of my Wordless Wednesday posts are named Nearly Wordless Wednesday, because I have an aversion to not writing something. It’s a sickness.)