Mom means HOME to many of us and I miss the days when my Mom had us all over for Sunday Dinner after church. She was so happy and smiling to see all of her children at once and was busy in the kitchen, contented to hear our talk and laughter while we visited with Dad. My sisters would come, one from out of town and my brother and his family some times so that we had a full house. We often sang a lot at these gatherings as Dad loved the old standards. Sometimes he would play his harmonica. Mama always let him shine and she just loved having everyone there. My father passed at a young 65 from heart failure and everything changed. The gatherings just weren't the same but HOME was still where Mama was. She began to shine in her own right. She learned to oil paint and China paint. She continued to work everyday and she had many friends. She always had a smile when we came to visit and you knew you were welcome and loved. I tried to carry on the traditions but for the most part distance in miles divides the family although they are all in my heart. We are fortunate to have some children and grandchildren here in our area and they all know and feel that Home is where their Dad and I am.
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