Sunday morning, Mother's Day-May 14, 2006

Hello Everyone!

To all the Mothers out there---I hope you have/had a grand day! I hope you get a day of relaxation---a day of reflection on the happy times of being a Mother or remembering your Mother.

For some, it may also be a time of sadness, because your Mother is no longer here on this earth. She may have passed a way a long time ago, or just recently. I am sorry for your loss.

It will be two years at the end of July, my own Mother passed away. I miss her.

When I pause and reflect on days gone by, of times spent with my Mother, I try to remember the happy times. When I was a child and we would have foot races through the yard to see who could run the fastest---she always beat me! I remember how she taught me to plant flowers, vegetables, and how to pull weeks after a spring or summer rain. I remember when she made chicken pot-pie, or chicken and dumplings, or stuffed veal pocket, or a scrumptious roast with potatoes, onions, and carrots, and of course with the most delicous gravy. I remember how meticulous she was with her sewing. On occasions she would make me do mine over...saying: "If you take the time and do it right the first time, you wouldn't have to do it over. Do it right the first time."

I remember when she would send my sister and me, with buckets in hand, out to pick the lucious, ripe cheeries on the trees by our long lane. Sister and I would eat more than what we brought back in the buckets. Mother would make the most delicious pies.

Sometimes she would send my sister and me to pick elderberries. They were quite a ways away through the neighbors' field. We would get on the horse, and ride to the area where they were and pick eldeberries for quite some time. It took a long time to fill a bucket with them; they were so small, but so good. Mother would make elderberry pie or jelly, or jam with them, along with the strawberries we grew in our strawberry patch, or plums from the plum tree.

We had a fruit cellar in the back of the basement. (A very scary place for me as a child!-We also kept the coal there for the furnace.) In that fruit cellar were numerous jars of her endless canning. So much variety in jars upon jars, that certainly tasted scrumptious in the winter months. The peaches were my favorite!

I remember sitting in the strawberry patch, waiting and watching for the first strawberries to ripen. They were so delicious! So many good memories; I recall the good memories. It is better to do so.

I am getting the next book organized to send in. I am hoping for next week, if it all works out.

I had my computer guy post some pictures of the first book. Check them out.
Email me if you get a chance.

Until next time---Peace, Love, and Laughter...do it often. It is good for the soul!

Becky :)