It's the year anniversary of Ma dying, here are some of our memories.
Shea: Always getting ice-cream every time I went there.
Fiona: Sitting at her crowded table, under the happy lamp. I colored in a mermaid coloring book picture and she told me to put it on the refrigerator.
Linda: Going to a store on Christmas Eve alone with her when I was little. It was cold and dark, the parking lot was nearly empty. The store was bright but almost as empty. We were getting our traditional Christmas Eve rippled sour cream and onion potato chips. On our way out, I saw a sweet white stuffed mouse wearing a Christmas hat and scarf on a display shelf, I pulled it down and hugged it tightly. She bought it for me, which was unusual back then. Not like the Mema she became--buying anything a grandchild looked at. I am holding that same mouse right now. He is even more sweet and precious to me now.
My mother Barbara had so much resemblance to her sister that she never knew of. Not only physical traits. My mother was always baking cookies, brownies, pies etc always from scratch. She loved to entertain and have dinner parties as often as possible. Her table was always decorated with floral arrangements and matching place settings. What a shame they never were able to meet or even knew of each other.
ReplyDeleteMelissa, your mom sounds like a blast, I'm so sorry to they did not have the chance to get to know each other. I just found your sweet comment. My mother loved family and would have loved her bigger family of you all. Linda
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