At my Mom’s baby shower, when I was born in 1978, she got a little basket with a small house plant in it from my Aunt Terri and Uncle Dale.
That small house plant was a Golden Pothos and its the only plant my Mom owned in 40 years that she didn’t kill!
This is it…this is the exact plant. It’s 47 years old this year and growing up, it used to hang in our bathroom in every house we ever lived in.
It’s gotten many haircuts over the years and I thin it out about once a year to keep it healthy. I have taken starts off of it numerous times and four other people now have parts of mom’s pothos plant. The pot it is in came from a very close family friend, it belonged to his mother.
This week during the room flipping and rearranging I decided the perfect spot for it was on top of Great Grandpa Steators antique stepstool chair in front of the back slider in the family room.
Keeping the memories of three people alive.


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