Last evening as I was describing my mom , Jean, I recalled the first time I saw this picture:
It hung at the head of our kindergarten classroom. We were learning to sing God Save the Queen, to stand at attention, with our gaze upon this portrait. As I recall, I did a double take. How was it, I wondered, that my mom’s picture was up there above the blackboard?
Years later, I retold this story, and my friend claimed that EVERYONE thinks that their mom looks like Queen Elizabeth.
What do you think? Can that be so? I find it rather hard to fathom, but I’m prepared to hear otherwise!