This was taken on my graduation day in June of 1971. She was fairly deep into disability from MS at this time. She rarely went out of the house. She attended the graduation and the flowers were given to her by my senior class.
My father Richard Mitchell died in 1955. Paul married my mother a few years later. He basically raised two of the three children as if they were his own. My mother was sick for years and years and he dealt with her problems, rebuilt an enormous house and held a good job all those years. He could also make a pretty good spaghetti sauce after a few years of tutoring. Not easy for a Scottish, Welsh, French mutt from northern Maine.