Memories       The other day, I was walking with the pups in our barn lot filled with dandelions. As Petie and Sadie were wrestling at my feet, I looked down and visualized the prettiest purple posies…. Sweet violets.

MEMORIES…………………………….

One of my earliest memories…..I was 3 years old, walking with my mom in the big ,open field, next to our home near Cincinnati. In 1952. Montgomery was a sleepy little town, where everyone knew their neighbors, and those who owned local businesses, were familiar friends.

Somewhere, there is a picture of me in my little sundress picking daisies and violets. My memory is so vivid. I remember holding my mother’s hand, bending and falling down, picking the flowers. Love, warmth, safety : these were my feelings as a child ,in relation to her.

The day was very warm, in the spring. We were in the big field, at the end of the driveway, waiting for my sibling to get off the bus.

The sun was shining huge rays between blue and gray rainclouds. As the rays of light, drifted through the portals and touched the ground, I remember asking her, ”What is the sky telling us?”

Here was her comment: “perhaps the angels are taking people to heaven with His rays of light.”

I bought into that explanation until I was at least 7 years old.

Every time I see those huge sunbeams….

Every time I see purple ,sweet violets…. I remember the warmth and peace of my mother’s love.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY MAM! HOW I MISS YOU!