Mother's Day 2008-This Old House

Happy Mother's Day MOM

This old house has a 100 year old history, but I only know intimately about the last 42 years of it.
The heartbeat of a home is in the mom who lives in it. This is a story about a mom who has nurtured each of her children; grandchildren; sisters; and mom. Many have come in and out the doors of that old home. Our mom always had the gift of hospitality. You were always offered a hamburger; a cup of coffee or a glass of tea.

Mom, dad, Kathy (age 12); Wes (age 2) moved into the house in 1965. I was pregnant with my first child, my daughter, Angela Dawn. During those years this house has held the heart and comfort of a family.

My grandmother, Granny Green, moved across the street from them in 1969. We shared many years of love and laughter with my Granny Green. As our lives changed like the sands of time through an hour glass the house never changed. The neighbors have changed. Mr. and Mrs. Lovelady lived behind mom and dad; O.E. Smith lived at the end of Morris; Nancy and Lorene (two sisters) lived next door; Mr. and Mrs. White lived on the West side of my parents house; the McGarrah’s lived on the corner; the odd family, never knew their names lived in the neighborhood (2 boys and a mom and dad); Rodney and Donna Sparks lived at the end of Lee Street on Lamar Street - - neighbors died; neighbors moved; and mom and dad are the last of the originals in the neighborhood. They also had a neighbor, Mr. Bomar, who would get out and yell at invisible folks who were messing with her. We could never see them, but I’m sure they were real to her, and then when you spoke to her or talked to her she made perfect sense. We sort of stayed out of her way when she was chasing the invisible with a broom!

My mom cared for my daughter when I went back to work; she cared for Kathy’s son as well; she cared for Wes’ girls too. When my Granny Green became ill, mom nursed her and helped her make that trip from earth to heaven; she nursed her neighbors when they were ill; she gave money to neighbors when they were poor; she sent food to them when they were too sick to cook. Mom has got to have wings under her shirt, and I thought that was a dowager’s hump all that time. LOL

I will continue this story and rewrite it from time to time, but right now its 5:50 p.m. and I have just come from a 5 hour round trip visit with my daughter Holly so I’m cutting this short to come over and give you my token gifts. This is all to say you are never forgotten and always loved and always will be though I don’t say it I feel and know you know I love you Mom!
May you be here for many, many more Mother’s Days in front of us. I am thankful for you and thank God every day for you and your love you show us all. I wish I would win the Lottery I would pay you handsomely if you promised to keep it.

Your daughter,
Sandy Gale