She was born in 1915 to a Scottish mother and a Lenni- Lenape (Delaware) indian.
She worked hard all her life, mostly in the food industry and raising 5 children. She married my
father with hopes and dreams of a life of romance and love. She got hard work and a drunken cheat instead.
She did the best she could with what she had. What more could anyone do?
I wasn't very close to my mama. I was the last born, by the time i came she was tired and her dreams were gone. I don't remember ever being hugged, i don't remember her ever saying she loved me.
But, she was my mama, and i loved her.
She died in 1982 of COPD. She had been a smoker for many years and it killed her.
linda,
ReplyDeletebless you for sharing this. i am awed by your perspective, and your ability to love and appreciate without qualification. she's beautiful, that mama of yours.
She was very beautiful, Linda. I am so sorry that you were not as close to your mother as you would have liked to have been. I suppose many of us chase that elusive dream ...
ReplyDeleteWhat a loving and generous heart you possess to honor you mother with such tender words ... family is family , no matter how loose the ties.
I think you look a lot like your mom. I'm glad that, in spite of your relationship not being everything you would wish for, you are able to speak of her with so much love.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful woman she was..... I think I see a lot of her looks in you. Isn't odd how we can go through our whole lives looking for Momma's love only to find that is what she was probably looking for, too?
ReplyDeleteI hope you have a Happy Mother's Day with all your family around.
Have a beautiful day!