Today is my mother’s 92nd birthday. She was born and raised 18 miles west of Larned, in western Kansas. My grandfather was a man who could build and/or repair just about anything. He always stayed busy, but never made much money. Mom was a child of the Dust Bowl and the Depression.
She met my dad while they were working at Beechcraft at the beginning of the war. The marriage lasted well over 50 years, until dad’s death.
Mom raised four boys … often alone because my dad’s work took him on the road.
Our clothes were always clean and the meals were regular. We were always on time for school and sports … thanks to mom.
There’s been plenty of sadness and tough times in mom’s life; my father and two brothers are gone now. But we also had many happy times in our home.
It was nice to have a mother who was always there, taking care of business in a house full of men.
Happy birthday, mom.
Our thought for today is from Mark Twain:
“My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it.”