I was a fortunate child growing up with the mother that I did. She was a most kind, generous spirit and a wonderful cook. We never had a great deal of money while I was growing up, but Mom always seemed to be able to make do, with what she had.
Mom loved to entertain. We were always the family that the traveling minister, or any other chapel visitors, spent Sunday lunch with. She wasn't a big talker, by any means, but would just sit and quietly smile as the conversation ebbed and flowed about her, graciously serving up second helpings.
She loved to garden, and I spent a lot of time with a hoe, learning the tricks of the trade. She was the ultimate canner and preserver, so I did my fair share of picking and harvesting fresh vegetables. She also loved her flower garden, although she did tend to plant things just a little haphazardly. She was a sucker for the seed catalogues that arrived every winter. A pretty picture, and she had to try it.
Mom loved music. She had a wonderful alto voice and the natural ability to harmonize in any situation. She also loved to listen to the radio (Dad was not a big fan of secular music, so we did this when he was away). When Dad was home, we listened to the Chuck Wagon Gang, over and over and over..... and over.
|Mom and I listening to the old radio.|
Mom was very patient with me in the kitchen. I liked to experiment. I don't recall having to clean up a lot after a cooking episode. I guess that was just another thing she took in her stride.
|A few years later, what a fashionista I was!|
In retirement, Mom and Dad made two across Canada and one to Europe. In 2002, Mom was diagnosed with bowel cancer and had surgery. Unfortunately the diagnosis came too late, and she succumbed to her disease the following spring.
I miss Mom. There are times I still have the urge to call her and brag about something the girls have done. But I am so fortunate to have all the happy childhood memories which I do.
Happy Mother's Day to all.
And that is about all I have to say for today.
Musings and meanderings from the Musical Gardener.