It’s the day in 1926 when Rosemary Smith was born. Ninety-seven years later, here I sit at a keyboard writing something about my mother yet again.
Many days take us back in time because we remember the joy or the sadness, and sometimes because we remember both. Sadness lingers since her passing in 2021. Joy lives on because of Rosemary’s life.
February 5, of course, isn’t the only day that we think about her. A few years ago I shared this on some random day just because…and I thought I’d share it again.
B.J.
The Smith Compound 