Happy Mothers Day to all mothers that read this.
Mother's Day means so much to me. It is the time to celebrate all mothers. My mother was a different person. She was a coal miners wife, that worried constantly for my dad's safety. First she had me, a sickly croupy pneumonia baby. My step grandfather told her to have another child because her first one would not be with them long. He was wrong :).. She had that 2nd child a boy, a happy baby, a joy. Of course I was jealous of Stanley, known as Sonny). I stole his bottle and ran with it, triping on the step up from one room to the other. I have a scar on my left wrist to show for my misdeed. Sonny died "crib death" at 18 months. The family was devestated. My mother became depressed . It took several more years for her to become pregnant again. My brother Jon was born 70 years ago last thursday. He was born on Mothers day. 18 months later Will was born. 6 & 7 years younger than me. By then I was a spoiled brat and didn't want to have any extra kids around. I was the center of attention before the invasion of the "boys".
We all remember different things of my mothers life. She didn't want any type of services when she died. She donated her body to the Athens, Ohio, Medical school for research. So the first Sunday after her death, My Brothers, families and my son gathered to remember all the things, good and bad, that we remembered about both of our parents. We laughed and we cryed. . I remembered the many times I helped in the greenhouse and 'doing' the flowers for sepecial occasions. Also the many times I broke the home by __ rule. There was an outside door in my bedroom --- so I left my friends a little ways from the house, walked into the house got ready for bed then wandered past my parents bedroom making enough noise to wake my mom so she new I was home.
The main thing Jon remembered was that when he went to Kent State, Mom gave all his baseball cards to the neighbor kids. He had a LOT of cards that were worth something. A lot of first cards of players from the 50s. Cleveland Indians players and a lot of others. The Irony of him going to Kent State was that he left school after being caught in the girls dorms toooo many times. That was a no no in the early 60s. He joined the Navy and became a Nuclular submariner. with many many stories he could not tell.
Bill just plodded along. He played football in high school. He was big and noone wanted to go thru the line over him. He went out for football at Kent State, played for a while his freshman year, but he had hit a kid during a game and broke his leg. No more foot ball for him. He was/is such a big teddy bear he didn't want to hurt anyone. He graduated and went right to work for the IRS. Working for them until they closed the Cleveland Office and he took an early retirement. He and his wife, Janet, had an adopted daughter, then adopted 2 boys and then many many foster children of whom he adopted two.They were Foster Parents of the year in Ohio several times.
Me ? I finished high school, class of 22 students. Went to Canton to Nursing school at Aultman Hospital school of Nursing - a 3 yr school. This gave me the background for 40 years of nursing.
My mother alwasys wanted to be a nurse, so after her divorce (39 yrs old)she went to LPN school and worked til she was in her late 60s. . She loved nursing and worked most of the time in Medical ICU. She also met a man whom she married, an alcoholic, who hid his booze everywhere. After many years of upheavel times they divorced. At one time he ask mom if he hit her would would her son's do? Mom answered don't worry about my sons, worry about what Lois would do to you. They divorced not long after that.
Both of my parents remarried BUT they continued to sneak off and meet at least once a week. Both of their spouses suspected this was going on but could never catch them meeting. It was funny but also sad. They loved each other til the end but couldn't live together.
This has turned into a family history not an ode to mothers.
Will continue this later. time to get ready for Church.
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