Friday, February 24, 2012

Daddy's yearbook triggers family memories

In Daddy's desk I found his old college yearbook from 1931. He was a junior that year. I didn't find any others, so I don't guess he bought one his senior year. 1931 was the University's centennial year; it was founded in 1831, so I guess the yearbook was pretty special that year, and Daddy saved up to buy it.

He was not a rich kid. He had to work his way through school by waiting on tables at a local boarding house. He also took a heavy load and finished in three years. He used to tell us that when his roommate had friends over, and the guys would get to talking and carrying on, Daddy would turn out the light on them, and say, "I'm going to bed, y'all do what you want." That put an end to the party!
Daddy must have taken after his daddy in that respect. Mother used to tell me that when the family was visiting, sitting around talking after supper, Granddaddy would stand up and say, "Don't put any more wood on the fire, I'm going to bed!"

I remember my Daddy as a very kind and gentle man, and he spoiled me. I was a Daddy's girl! My granddaddy was just like Daddy, in my eyes, but older and he had a beard. Granddaddy died when I was only 5, so my memories of him are vague.

This is a picture of Mother and Daddy shortly after they were married, in 1940:
Daddy and Mother, wedding, 1940

This is my favorite photo of them, on their wedding day, I think. They look so young and dapper!
Mother and Daddy, 1940

Friday, February 17, 2012

Photo Friday - Eat!


Yum, yum, Yogurt!, originally uploaded by Fancy Horse.

Yum, yum, Yogurt!

This picture was taken 2 1/2 years ago, when granddaughter was 19 months old.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Photo Friday - Handsome


My husband, originally uploaded by Fancy Horse.

I'm a little bit late posting my Photo Friday for this week. (Didn't feel like doing one last week.)

Happy Valentine's Day to my handsome husband!

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Remembering my Mother


RIP, Mother, originally uploaded by Fancy Horse.


(This picture was first taken with my cellphone in 2008, and "framed" recently)

Sunday, February 5, 2012

My mother passed away

Friday night, minutes before midnight. It was very peaceful for her. I was with her, but she didn't seem to know.

I will write more later. Much to do tomorrow; God was gracious in letting me have the weekend to rest.

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Thursday evening
Mother's memorial service will be held at 2:00 Saturday afternoon, Feb. 11 at Trinity Episcopal Church. Her ashes will be interred in the church's Memory Garden following the service.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

My cousin came to visit Mother

She and Mother had become very close through letters, phone calls, and occasional visits after my cousin became an adult. I don't really know when their correspondence began, but it's been pretty regular in the last 10-15 years.

I have been emailing C since Mother's accident last summer (in fact, it was she and her family that we were visiting when we got news of her fall.) I have kept her informed of Mother's decline, but still it came as a shock when she actually saw her in person. I had made arrangements for us to eat together in the dining room of the nursing home. Mother has been eating in her bed the last several days, but the workers got her up and dressed and in her wheelchair for the visit.

C. tried to keep up a good face in Mother's presence, chatting with her, helping her eat, wiping the drool and food off her chin, patting her arm and telling her goodbye after Mother was put to bed.The fact is, Mother doesn't have good days any more. She rarely speaks, and then just mumbles a little. She has no strength; she rarely gets out of bed.

At our house afterwards, C. got a little teary thinking that she may not see Mother alive again. It pains me to think about it. I never know when I will get the call, but I haven't yet gotten teary about it. That will come.

I gave C. some of Mother's special jewelry and some old photos of our childhood (I have scanned them). We hugged tightly when she left. I expect to see her again, but I don't think Mother will.