In honor of Mother's Day, I wanted to tell you a little about my Mama. I was so lucky to have such an amazing woman as my mother and I am so sorry she passed away before I had children. I had written on her birthday in February that I didn't have a picture of her with me. My nephew, Gary (in the picture), posted this one on Facebook. That's my Uncle Herman on the couch with us - he was my mother's older brother.
My mother grew up on a farm with three brothers and I can't think of anything she couldn't do. She was an excellent seamstress - she made most of our clothes - we went back to school shopping at the fabric store. She crocheted and knitted. She made beautiful quilts and embroidered. We did not have a tea towel or pillow case in the house that hadn't been embroidered. She had a green thumb, canned vegetables, made pickles, jams and jellies and was the best cook I have ever met. She worked along side my Dad when they built a house, including shingling the house.
By the time I was born - the youngest of five and twelve years behind the last, there probably wasn't much I did that surprised her. She was a confident, loving Mother. She was strict and had high standards for her children and we learned good life skills and morals. She died when she was only 65 and I was 22. I still miss her, but I am so blessed to have had her as a Mother and hope and pray that I was half as good at parenting.
On a side note, don't you love my hair? My mother would roll my natural wavy hair in pink spoolies (remember those) to achieve this look. If you look closely enough you will see I have a cast on my arm - that is a story for another post.