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I have written many stories but
until now, I have failed to write about the one who is most
precious to my heart, my Mother.
She was my friend as well as my
Mom as we all called her. We, being my other nine
siblings. How she and my Dad were able to raise us in a
time of need; during the Great Depression is beyond me.
I was born in the very month of
the Crash; October 1929; being nine of the original ten
children; having lost a sister prior to my birth to double
pneumonia, I did not feel the sharp edge of more difficult
times as did my older siblings.
Through all these times, I
always knew that my Mom was there for me, just as she was
with the rest of us. Just imagine having that many children
who were always in need of your time; for whom you cleaned,
cooked, darned, baked as well as seeing that we regularly
attended/worshiping the Lord at our house of worship; our
church.
Many the times, we kids have
gathered around 'her piano' to sing with her to the old
hymns as well as the lighter modern tunes of the day. Her
love of music touched our very souls as she was proficient
on the harmonica as well as the banjo.
Mom was a happy soul even after
having lost my father to a railroad accident while she was
losing her vision in the middle fifties of her life. She
could 'see' the beauty around her by tuning her ears to what
was going on around her.
For years, I lived away from
her in another city but when I was 'home' with her, it was
so rewarding; holding hands like young girlfriends;
reminiscing about days gone by as I told her about the
happenings in my life.
She had lost her vision long
before my daughter was born but I noticed as I viewed them
from another room while she held my Cheryl; seeing her trace
her fingertips across her delicate face.
She was the best Mom we could
have ever wanted or needed and I often think that now in
Glory where she resides; she is singing with the Angels as
she walks the streets of gold with renewed vision.
Norma Liles ?©
1-21-2005 |
