Today–August 11, 2014–is my mother’s birthday. She would have been 90 years old today. She would have let you know that she didn’t want to live that long, and didn’t want to be a burden on her family…and she got her way. She was not a burden, even when the dark and uncertain times came, and a clear mind eluded her. She was our mother, and we loved her through it all, and love her still.
She was a beautiful and elegant lady, inside and out. She loved to wear shirtwaist dresses to church, but was always comfortable at home in her house dresses. She had fine classic taste in clothing and furnishings. She did not engage in idle talk about others. She had certain standards: no phone calls after 10 pm, no unmade beds, clean the house before you leave on a trip. And don’t impose on anyone more than a few days. (by staying at their house)
She was an educated woman, despite the fact that she grew up in a family of very limited means, and worked to support her parents instead of going to college. She was interested in world events, read a wide range of books, and made sure her children learned, in and out of school. We read books, listened to music, and went to interesting places. It was a long time before I realized not everyone had a mother like mine.
She was a faithful Christian, helping with the work of the church all her life. She was pleased to be able to see Brother Perry Cotham later in life, since he had baptized her into Christ when he was a young preacher.
She loved her family–husband, children, grandchildren & great-grands. She always thought we were prettier and smarter, but was not boastful about it to others. I have a very clear picture in my mind of coming home from school and seeing her at the sewing machine, making clothes for me. Compared to my schoolmates’ mothers, she looked like a grandmother, since I was the baby in the family, but I always thought she was quite lovely. She was always there for me, and it was a privilege to be there for her to the end.
It was truly a life well lived…