The Hand That Rocks The Cradle

TO MY MOTHER

My little baby lies along my arm,

And, looking at her there, the glad tears press,

And, like a tidalwave of tenderness,

The years of love since I lay cradled so —

Unfathomed love enfolding me from harm —

Return and flood my life. For now I know.

Ann Devoore

FOUR GENERATIONS HELD IN
THEIR MOTHER'S ARMS

Julia Ernestine Fleischmann Salter
Lillian Elizabeth Salter

Lillian Elizabeth Salter Greene
Lillian Elizabeth Greene

Lillian Elizabeth Greene Campbell
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Note: This was a group of photographs I framed for my oldest daughter as a Christmas present - to show her place in history. Oh yes, and to remind her she's the end of the line, hence endNote.

Photographs:

Julian Ernestine Fleischmann Salter - Lillian Elizabeth Salter. ca. 1904. Digital image. Photograph privately held by the footnoteMaven, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Preston, Washington. 2007

Lillian Elizabeth Salter Greene - Lillian Elizabeth Greene. ca. 1924. Digital image. Photograph privately held by the footnoteMaven, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Preston, Washington. 2007

Lillian Elizabeth Greene Campbell - footnoteMaven. ca. 1950. Digital image. Photograph privately held by the footnoteMaven, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Preston, Washington. 2007

footnoteMaven - endNote. Photograph. 1968. Digital image. Photograph privately held by the footnoteMaven, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE,] Preston, Washington. 2008