Do You Have a Role Model? I Do.

                                                                       Here she is!

This is my mom, Nan Brachman.  This picture was taken when she was around 75 years old and pretty much says it all.  A friend came by her house to visit and noticed how she was looking at his bike.  He asked her if she'd like to go for a ride and, of course, she said, "Oh, yes!"  His partner's leathers fit perfectly and off they went.
Mom is my role model for many reasons.  If I had to name just one I'd say I admire her thirst for knowledge.  She, at almost 90, is still reading voraciously anything and everything.  She took to the internet like a duck takes to water and is constantly looking for information.  She's interested and interesting.
Mom enjoys people and they love her.  I'm pretty sure the reason my friend, Joy, and I have stayed so close over the past 45+ years is because she adores my mom.  People are constantly asking me, "How's your mom?"
Here's an example of what a free spirit my mom is:  she decided to sponge paint her bathroom a number of years ago.  She only applied the paint up as far as she could reach.  Didn't use a ladder (why bother, eh?) so the paint didn't go all the way up to the ceiling.  She also decided to do the floor.  Why not?  There was still paint left over.  Using what was left sparingly she painted around the throw rugs.  Yes, that's right, she didn't bother to remove the rugs.  Why would you?  Who's going to notice you didn't paint under the rugs?
Mom has "volunteer" in her blood.  She volunteered for the hospital, for the Girl Scouts, for hospice, for the schools and is still at it volunteering for a group out of Western Michigan University.
Here's mom with her brother, my Uncle Ray, who is 13 months her junior.  He's a stitch and one of my favorite people on the planet.

                                                I come from good stock.  I'm a lucky gal.