My mother's high school graduation picture from 1941. Thanks, Mom, for the house full of books and music and conversation, and for not excluding us from any of that. Thanks for making us look up and learn things for ourselves rather than spoonfeeding us answers. Thanks for not murdering any of us when we were teenagers, though sometimes it must have been tempting. And thanks for being cranky, cantakerous, opinionated and fearlessly outspoken. Especially fearlessly outspoken.
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