My mother was the best mother in the world she cooked great meals went berry picking with us to buy our school cloths and picked beans, cherries, painted our house, hung sheet rock. Drove us to school if we missed the bus and was always there for Us when we needed her.. I love and miss you mom. RIP Mom!
My mother was a child of the Depression, born to immigrant parents. Her father died when she was 5. Her mother worked as a maid. Sometimes all they had to eat were beet greens,but her mother was too proud to go to the soup lines. When my mother graduated high school and went to work, the first thing she did was pay off the mortgage on her mother’s house. She married a cousin’s wartime buddy (who had some major injuries). She raised 4 kids with love, warmth, and discipline (though I didn’t truly appreciate her until I had kids of my own). She kept the extended family close and in touch with each other.