Mama would have been 86 years old today. I miss her so much. She brought a lot of good into the world, including all 6 of us. Below is part of a letter she wrote a few years ago just after her birthday. I wish I had inherited her letter-writing abilities (or at least took the time she always managed to find to write)…
Dear Joe,
It’s 11:15 and can you believe that I have a few minutes to call my own! (It’s because I’ve left the kitchen porch “as is” for the time being.)
It’s so pretty here–the redbuds are in bloom, all the white bushes and the daffodils, plus the hyacinths are so pretty.
Billy Milstead just stood and looked around and remarked, “Everywhere you look you see pretty!” He also talked about so many pines in general everywhere else, but hardwoods surrounding us.
You want believe this, but it is now nearly two o’clock as I’ve had to stop at least a dozen times for some incidental thing, but for Papa it can’t wait! For instance, “The mail came. Reckon my medicine is there?” A walk to the mailbox, of course I must get the scissors to clip the end of each piece of mail–mostly junk, but it must be taken care of!
I must stop now as I need to get ready to take Papa for a drive after he finishes lunch.
I love you,
Mama
February 26
Happy Birthday to the person that made me the person I am today (at least the good parts!)