Today being Mother’s Day, I will relate a couple of memories I have of my mother.
My mom was a real trooper; no matter what the ordeal, she accepted it, and faced it without grumbling. Both she, and my father sacrificed and dedicated their lives to me, and my sisters and brothers.
Mom loved to quilt and knit. I remember once when the family was about to head off for a camping vacation, we found Mom in the living room, unraveling the sweater she had been knitting. When asked if she had made a mistake, she replied, “No, I was going to take it along, and I just wanted to have some knitting that I could work on while we were on our vacation.’
I don’t remember exactly how old she was when this next incident happened, but she must have been in her mid-eighties or so, but she was still mowing the lawn on my sister’s riding lawn mower. I was surprised to hear she was still doing that.
The edge of Mom’s lawn dropped off in a steep four foot slope down to a lane. When she was mowing, she got too close to the edge, and the mower tipped, threw Mom off, and both she and the mower, rolled down the short slope to the lane.
Mom lay there dazed for a while, then hoped that someone would come driving down the lane, see her, and help her get up. She waited and waited, but no one came, eventually she gave up waiting, managed to get herself upright, and then she walked slowly back to the house to recuperate from the accident. Mom was always very self-reliant.
Mom lived to the ripe old age of 102.
I am thinking of you today, Mom.
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