(A final bit of) May Melancholia

One more word on the subject of Mothers and Mother's Days past.

(and one more epiphylum pic -- humor me folks, will ya? :-) )

This came from my sister later in the week, I thought it apropos of my last post and include it below with her permission.

Good Morning,
I just wanted to say "Happy Mother's Day" to you. The sun is shining and my new geraniums are hanging in it. Sweet morning.

My oldest daughter and her husband came over with the hanging baskets and supper last night. We had a wonderful time relaxing. My son in law just finished his practicum in teaching on Friday. We played trivial pursuit.(who plays that anymore?) Charisma and I went through some books for her class room. That was fun.

I woke up thinking about my mother.

I remember her coming to my capping ceremony and then several weeks later dying from lymphoma. I'm so glad she was my mom.

I remember her hugs as I want out the door running to catch the school bus.

I remember coming home after riding ponies at the neighbours and hitting our ravine I could smell wonderful aromas from our kitchen. She made the best hamburger gravy on mashed potatoes.

I remember "everything has its place and everything in its place". (Not that I do it...I just remember the saying....sometimes it is handy not having your mom around cause you don't make her sad when things are messy ).

I remember her sitting in the furnace room with me at Denali Bible Chapel trying to teach me my Bible memory verse I'd forgotten already. (I'm sure she would have rather been drinking tea with her friends...my adopted aunts...in Alaska in those days...friends were your relatives).

I remember the coins she'd tied up for me in a white hankie that were to go in the Sunday school offering.(I could never get the knot out).

I remember that one year all 4 of us wore lavender dresses from Sears Catalog on Easter.

I remember being sent to the bathroom to think about the bad thing I'd just done and await the spanking(she never saved them for Dad to give). I'd kneel next to the tub and pray, "Oh, God, I'll never do it again if you make Mom forget I'm here." She was so busy serving us all. Thanks Mom for a happy childhood.


I was twenty the April Mom died. Then right away up to the plate stepped women who have been so kind and helpful to me on this journey.


All this to say, Happy Mother's Day,


Mary


"Of all the roads both east and west the one that leads to home is best." My mom cross stitched this saying when she was young...my father framed it and I dusted the frame for many years. Now I just love the saying.