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Frances is 100 today

Frances is 100 today

Los Angeles, California.

I’m in LA for my mother’s 100th birthday and while she’s definitely not as with it as she was a month ago, she’s still with it enough to know it’s her birthday. We have a small group coming over to celebrate and I’ll give each of them one of the albums I made for her.

100 years old. Wow, it’s quite an amazing thing and tough to wrap one’s mind around.

My mother is 99!

My mother is 99!

Japanese Garden, Van Nuys, California. Yesterday, May 26, 2014 my mother had her 99th birthday. I took some great group shots of the wonderful family and friends who came over for her party, but in each one she was dozing off. So, this picture of her from today on our regular outing to this wonderful garden will do.

She’s almost blind in one eye, can’t walk at all on her own anymore and she’s fading into dementia but she’s still with it enough to tell me “enough with the pictures already!”

My mother is 98 today

My mother is 98 today

Los Angeles, California. Out to LA yet again, this time for my mother’s 98th birthday. Took a quick snapshot of her last night with the Ricoh GR in case I didn’t get anything good today (so far I haven’t although not for lack of trying).

She’s doing amazingly well for 98; went to a great Gary Baseman show at The Skirball Cultural Center today and we’re going out to dinner tonight.

92 Year Old Lobstermum

92 Year Old Lobstermum

Santa Monica, California. My mother wanted not just lobster, but Maine Lobster for her 92nd birthday. Good thing the fish place we like to go to had it. One glass of Chardonnay and she was "farschnoschket" (Yiddish for blasted) and she ripped into her lobster, then almost fell asleep. I got her home and she passed out. Cheap date (except for the lobster).

My mother at 91

My mother at 91

My mother turned 91 yesterday (the reason I flew out to LA) and we celebrated with dinner at the Getty Museum with two of her cousins (also getting on in years).

She held court at the table, talking a bit too loudly (she’s losing her hearing) about politics, immigration, the old days, her computer not working, my photography, the wine, the food, problems of getting old and the alternative and more, taking whatever side was unpopular just to keep the verbal energy turned up high. She wasn’t happy that I sat across the table but it was the only way I could take pictures of her.

The Getty is a wonderful place: beautiful gardens and grounds, architecture, nice people running the place, sometimes a nice exhibit or two, a great gift shop, terrific views and clean air (for LA). My mother and I like to make it our special destination when I visit and even though walking around is tough for her these days (we use a wheelchair from time to time) she enjoys the visual and social stimulation.