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Visual Tuesday: White Aster
We added a few fall flowers to our garden yesterday, and while none were as visually stunning as this aster it seemed representative of my day.
Enjoy!
Visual Tuesday: Mt Rainier
Yesterday was my mother’s memorial service in Kansas. I chose not to make the trip. Instead we drove to Mt Rainier National Park and enjoyed a peaceful late summer day remembering how much Mother enjoyed exploring this beautiful country.
Mother suffered from Alzheimer’s for too many of her latter years. As my brother put it, “We lost a very special lady quite a few years back, and she was able to go to her eternal rest August 25, 2010.”
Thank you to the wonderful photographer who posted this picture on Webshots. It’s been a blessing to me this morning. (The picture is linked, so be sure to follow it back to see more of the photographer’s work.)
Memories of Mother
Mother
Generous. Warm. Loving. Gifted. Invariably kind. Always hospitable.
When I remember Mother, I think of wonderfully creative, yet homey, delights. Sugar Easter Egg Dioramas. Cupcake Easter baskets…frosted in white topped with green-tinted shredded coconut and tiny jelly bean eggs. Sugar ice cream cones turned upside-down, frosted green and decorated as edible Christmas trees. Light-as-air baked meringue cups filled with lemon custard. Homemade candles adorned with holly. Handmade felt angels lovingly embroidered to hang on the Christmas tree. Carefully sewn horse-heads to turn candy canes into stick horses. Tiny treasures to delight her children and grandchildren.
I can’t count the number of toys she created when my children were small…from a line of tiny dolls carefully stitched together to hang across the crib to the pterodactyl that guarded my pre-teen son’s room. Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls for my boy / girl twins. A stuffed leopard for my youngest daughter’s first birthday, eliciting a delighted cry of “Bup!”…a name the toy still carries.
Whether she worked in the kitchen to create a treat that would disappear in an instant, or with needle and thread to create a lasting memory, Mother always labored in love. We never doubted that we were precious. She had a gift for making everyone feel worthwhile and worthy, capable of conquering the world.
I have a good friend who had a wretched childhood. “Mother” is a dirty word for her. I mourn for her, for all the love and laughter she missed, for all the things she never experienced that I simply accepted as the way life works. I’ve always known that my parents were the best, but knowing my friend has given me a deeper appreciation of the wonderful couple who brought me into this world. Because of my parents I began my life blessed. Because of my mother I continue to believe I can accomplish anything.
