Evelyn and Richard Blackburn

Evelyn Marie and her husband Richard, in happier times, obviously.
Richard, formerly known as George, intelligent, handsome, self-confident, he was going places, and he knew it.
He could take it and he could dish it out.

Evelyn was a young beauty, but she didn't think so, or modesty kept her from saying so.
She was intelligent too,  but of a different kind than Richard.
Richard could see a blueprint and extrapolate a supersonic aircraft.
Evelyn saw poetry in everything.

She took to motherhood with a warmth and natural eagerness.
As a young child, when everything, including our father, seemed slightly unfamiliar and confusing,
the warmth and love of the perfect mother was waiting at home.

I remember her taking Patrick and I to school, and feeling sorry for the other kids, and wondering what it must be like to have a mother that wasn't beautiful, like ours.