This is Mary Lynn circa 1966. She alone bore NotSoDeepSouth into this world and while looking into this image, so ripe with promise and innocence, who could hold that fact against her? (Shut up: it’s not entirely her fault I’m so damaged)
Reviewing 1966 in The Googles, I see that it wasn’t all smiles and eyebrows. Vietnam, IRA bombings, Communism (not the fruit growing, hemp loving, feminist bookstore frequenting kind, the other kind), The Beach Boys, Bob Dylan, Fidel Castro – the list could go on forever.
In that other age of turmoil, upset and unrest it warms my heart to see that Mary Lynn, the lady I call Momma, had it together – at least she appears to have it together in this photograph. She will forever be smiling into the distant unknowable future with that soft glow of goodness we know as yesteryear. Continue reading