My MotherI have always loved this picture of mom. I'm not sure how old she was but I think it was taken before I was born in 1939.
I don't know if the bottle was actually hers or if she borrowed it for the pose. But she was not opposed to a good snort now and then.
She had a wonderful sense of humor and often laughed until tears ran down her face.
She worked hard to help support her three daughters until a laundry press malfunctioned, fell on her arm crushing the bones in her hand and cut the end of her ring finger off. It took a few years for that to heal, then she was back at work again.
She always loved a big garden and canned thousands of jars of fruits and veggies in her lifetime. I remember picking berries with her, weeding the garden and helping pack the quart jars with green beans, her favorite veggie. She used to say her middle name was green bean.
She also made wine and beer. Her Rhubarb wine was potent stuff. One day her brothers wife came to visit and mom offered her some. Aunt Chickie thoroughly enjoyed it but when she got up to leave she kept walking into the door frame. Mother thought that was hillarious.
I could write for days on end about my mother. She was an extraordinary woman and mother. But I will finish this post by simply saying, take time for your mother now. You won't regret it.
I was blessed to have a close relationship with mine and was able to have a lot of time with her in her later years.
Happy Mother's Day mom.
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