Keep it Real Wednesday
February 26, 2020
Nose up
As long as I can remember, my mother has been outwardly proud of her “Irish pug nose” and has proudly displayed it high in the air.
It’s nothing snobby, just inherent wind checks all the time. Wade commented the other day that if Rosemary was left outside, she would drown in a rainstorm. That made me choke on my dinner but the more I thought about it, the more it rang true.
I remember during family photos at my brother’s wedding, the photographer had to gently ask my mother several times to kindly put her nose down. Of course, those who knew her best, snickered.
Growing up, I recall the war of the upturned noses between my mother and grandmother. It was a sight to see.
Maybe it’s from 60+ years of reading through her bifocal glasses. Or maybe it is just simple aerodynamics for her like an airplane that must keep the nose slightly pitched upwards in order to navigate safely through life.
Who knows! But it is one more reason why we love her. She stands tall, shoulders back, always nose up and ready to tackle the world, even at 93.
