Specific things I miss the most about my Mom. Things to remember when I am home sick and homesick.
1. Getting tucked into bed. Mom really did pull the covers tight and tuck them in on the sides. I was the flat girl pancake pressed between scratchy wool US Navy blankets and cool sun dried sheets.
2. Getting treated special when I was sick. Welch's Concord Grape Juice, tea in the tea pot, Jack and Jill Magazine, new paper dolls and scissors, and Waverly Crackers, all hand carried on a tray up the pine stairs to my room.
|Scituate Light House my brother Chip|
4. Getting the sand rinsed off after a day at the beach. Mama would have the old blue enamel wash basin out on the grass in the back yard ready and waiting with water warmed from the sun. Me small enough to fit into it and Mama washing "all the sand away from the nooks and crannies."
5. Learning all the things she taught me. How to wash dishes. The magic of A.A. Milne's House at Pooh Corner, sewing clothes for my doll. Teaching me to knit from The Mary Francis Knitting Book. How to feel the breeze on my skin and think it is really truly Heaven.
|Our Kitchen in Scituate|
7. Lying with her on her bed in the dark when I was a teenager. That was when and where we could talk and talk about anything. Books, our art projects, boys, faith, heartbreaks, and what is important. "Always Love and Always Keep the Door Open."
Keep traditions alive. She made me the same birthday cake every year. Chocolate devils food with Mocha icing.
|We still have her Christmas Stocking|
|Mom's teapot and tea tray that she carried upstairs to my bedroom when I was sick.|
|her 90th birthday|
She never said it, but she showed me where God lives in all things.