One year ago yesterday, my sweet mom left this world for glory. I shared this milestone day - the last of the firsts, with family - talking over old times, reminiscing, and sharing memory snipets of her and our family.
Dale remembered mom as a young teanager being assigned the job of babysitting Glenn, Larry and him. She and Odessa would pack a picnic lunch and take them out to the pasture. Dale remembers that Mom and Odessa would make them little bib overalls and pin them on them. He remembers the straps over the shoulders. He also remembered that once, when everyone was picking cotton, he wanted to pick too, so Mom made him a very small pick sack with a long strap. It was so small that it probably only held a few boles. I remember her telling the story that her siblings did the same for her.
We also talked about Momo and her love of fishing. We both remember digging worms in her yard for those times we got to tag along.
Sometimes I feel like John Boy Walton, with such wonderful memories of a child hood gone by, though not spent on Walton's Mountain, but in the safety of my beloved Chandler Springs.
I thank you all who remembered Mother and me yesterday both in person, in prayer and by mail. Her memories are precious reminders of what a treasure she was to us all.
