Remembering Mother for the first time..

I was still a toddler and one of my brother's just younger than I were playing with a wheel barrow as we went to the back side of our home. I recall looking up and seeing my mother washing clothes in our wringer washer. She always worked hard since the time I first recall to the day she passed away at age 53. Never one to sit still and always looking far younger than her age she was always graceful but stern enough to handle 11 kids and a crippled husband.

My first memories

When I was a little girl my first thought I can recall was about Christmas. My father had taken me with him somewhere and we were riding in a pickup going around a body of water. I was gazing up in the sky which was velvety black with sparkling stars and a very shiny moon.
I asked my father, “How does the moon keep following us?” And he said, “It has a man inside of it and he sees us everywhere we go.”
I don’t remember much more of that evening except going through our door that night and there beside the right side of the door was a beautiful Christmas tree with presents all over underneath it. The smell of the baking my mother was doing, the tree, crayons and new coloring books are still in my memory like it was just last night.

The past is always the present..

Sometimes when we believe we have graduated to another era in our life it seems like we fall back-wards into an irrelevant past that rules our future. We repeat the same mistakes over and over again hoping each time to of learned from the last time. Hum, I wish I could move forward.