I remember mama

I always remember my mama. Had she lived, she would be 96 years old this year. It has been 13 years today, July 13, since she died but to me it seems as if she lives on still, at least in my heart and mind. I always think of my mama every day no matter what I'm doing. I have a lot of her things, and whenever I use them, look at them, or touch them, I think of her. My mother was good, sweet, kind, talented, generous to a fault, a hard worker, and a loving soul. Everyone loved her.

My sister, mrsgreenthumb, wrote her tribute here.

This is my mother in October of 1937. She was 27 years old and had not met my father yet. This picture was taken behind the house she would call home for the rest of her life.


















These are my parents in 1939, the year they were married. They were just starting their lives together and they looked so hopeful and happy. My mother was 29 years old. My sister was born the next year.







This picture was taken by my sister (see her shadow in the foreground) at the lagoon at a local park. We used to go there on Sundays for picnics. My sister and I would swim in the lagoon with the rest of the kids, and our family would enjoy fried chicken and potato salad afterwards. My mother always wore dresses until she became wheelchair-bound, then she felt free enough to wear slacks. Throughout her life, she made most of her clothes. When she wasn't working in my parents' grocery store, she was sewing. She made all our clothes and sewed and mended clothes for other people My mother was probably in her early 40s in this picture.










My parents took very few vacations during their married life. I do remember them going to the Wisconsin Dells one year when my sister and I were close to our teens. We stayed with our grandparents who lived upstairs from us while our parents took some time for themselves. Mother looks so relaxed and happy. She was in her early 40s at this time.












My parents, Sara and Jack, at their 50th wedding anniversary celebration in June 1989. They may not have had a lot of material things in their lifetime but they were rich with friends, family, children, and grandchildren. Everyone loved them.

My parents are gone but are not forgotten. Their legacy is their children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. Their kind and gentle natures are what we remember most of all and what better tribute can we give someone than to say they were a good person.