On this day 97 years ago my sweet mother was born. November 16 1919. She was a young 27 years old when she had me. She had already lost one boy at birth, then had two girls, then me. I loved her so, she was so fun to be around and I would get so tickled at her when she would catch more fish than dad even though they were fishing in the same place and with the same bait.
She worked in a beauty salon and I would go help her clean up after the day. I remember one day she set me down in one of the chairs and gave me a perm. I looked so funny in curly hair and I had a hard time at school trying to explain to the other kids what happened. Why it worked I don’t know but I finally told them that I went to sleep and when I woke up it was curly. It must have worked for they quit teasing me.
The last 16 years of her life, she lived with a stroke. she could not talk or walk any more. She would get aggravated when she could not get something across, but we would work with her until we figured out what she was saying. She lived with us for a while and my kids would work with her. They kept asking her to say hippopotamus, she would finally get it out. I know she is in Heaven with our Lord and is surrounded with all of her loved ones who went before and after her. I just want to say Happy Birthday to her. Also that I will see her again some day.