Happy Mothers in Heaven

My mother t And Me the year she had me 1944...

 She married Daddy on her 18th birthday, Sept. 22, 1943 and I came along on Sept 5, 1944,and 17 days later she  turned 19.

Life was hard, the war was raging, food was scarce, so was money.

I like to picture her looking this way, holding me looking this way.

Fond Memories, include Mothers peals of laughter as she slid down a Kentucky Mountains side, with her butt as the sled, in blankets of fall leaves, I was 12 and she was OLD, or so I thought, she was 31.

As she stood at the bottom of that mountain, in the first snow we had ever seen, the one we climbed up and over to get to school.
She was Laughing like crazy as my brave brother slid on a piece of  linoleum flooring, because we had no money for a sled.. I in my fear of everything, refused to slide.

We had never seen Icicles, 3 feet long, she took photos, but they are in my grandmothers hope chest in Georgia.
She delighted in any, all and everything, from tiny shells to giant sized boulders.

The funniest memory is MY mother who had NEVER in her Whole life, at age 60 said her first and only curse word.
Bob and I were in Savannah, to go to my Dad's brothers 50th anniversary, about 90 miles away. My brother and his family were to meet us there.
The phone rang, and my SIL said, I have the gift but we are not coming, David has decided he is NOT going. Mother said let me talk to him... He refused to agree to go.. she said....
David, you are a Jackass....
We all laughed ourselves silly and still do that she was so upset she cursed.
The Jackass did NOT meet us there, she loved him anyway. Did not get angry, just missed seeing them.
That is who and what my mother was...