Sitting at the table,watching CNN, with a constant cup of coffee. The flowers blooming all around the yard.The aroma of cinnamon rolls and fresh yeast rolls as you walked in the door.Make extra, jon and becky were coming.The late nights watching saturday night live and the hbo comedy specials, but keep the volume down!The crock pot full of italian beef.The exhausting days of getting 10 kids ready and off to school,with a couple still at home.The sunday dinners, always someone extra at the table.The easy smile and wonderful laughter.The knitting,crocheting,sewing,cooking,.The late night laundry, cleaning .The middle of the night ironing, watching david suskind and drinking coke cola,i believe i was six then, drinking a coke with my mother in the middle of the night folding clothes.The fabulous gardens every year, resulting in some tasty jam and pickles.The knack for taking an ordinary holiday and turning it into a FANTASTIC one! The heartbreak of losing her leg, only to walk down the aisle at Pats wedding ( w/ FRED ).the yearly vacation she took, to go to the hospital and come home with another baby. It was a win - win for all.She got some rest, we got another brother or sister.There is not enough time and space to explain how i feel , it may be 15 years that mom is gone, but she is still here. I do not need to look at pictures to conjure up the image of my mother.Mom is in my heart and on my mind.I see her rocking matt, pete, tina in a rocker.I see her at the dining room table coloring with becky and kathy. I remember her showing bridget how to make muffins.Trying to teach tommy how to play the piano. She was outside in the winter with mark shoveling the sidewalk in freeport. Mom became the nurse when jon jumped from the bed an cut himself on the trash can.She was a teacher,going down the gravel driveway in freeport with pat ,holding onto his bike till he told her to let go. i couldnt wait til it was my turn.This talented woman was outside in the front yard throwing the baseball to tim ,not afraid when he threw it back.She had a child that only lived a few days but he was in her heart and memory always.For me, the memories are as thick as molasses. In fact, it was grandma reinkes molasses ginger cookies that mom taught me to make,the really stands out today.I was 11,made a batch of the cookies.Mom helped me arrange them on 2 plates and wrap them tight with tin foil.We walked down the gravel road to the fairgrounds and went to the food and crafts tent. i nervously filled out the entry and handed over the 2 plates.There i was entered into the Womens division! We bought some cotton candy and went home,would not know the results till tomorrow.The next day, we took the longest walk of my life.Going to the fair that day was nerve wrecking.I could hear the elephants,smell the popcorn ,see the roundup ride rising up in the air.My stomach was in knots.My mother explaining to me that having to enter into the womens was hard, because i was too old for the kids division. We slowly entered the tent. First up were the quilts,the paintings,the crafts.Next entries were canned goods,then baked goods last. I could feel the tears starting to sting my cheeks,i thought i was going to throw up.But, there it was. My cookies half gone! Green ribbon.THIRD Place, in the WOMENs division.I beat out some people older than me, like grandmas and such.I look up at my mothers face,a hugh smile.Oh, how i miss you mom.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 11:43:10 +0000
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