Many times when we would go to the park to have a picnic, she would always tell us to stay close to each other so that we would not get lost. And the food she made for the picnics was all in our bellies as we got ready to go home.
Mom had just about all of her time used up when dark came about, but she always had time to give us a big hug and kiss before going to bed.
And when the daylight started showing up through the windows, we knew she had breakfast cooked on the stove. It was a daily chore for us older kids to get up early enough to go downstairs and get the cook stove going with coal and wood, and as soon as that was done, we had to stoke the fire and add coal in the heating stove so that it was warm enough for the rest of the family. We did not mind doing this because we got the first chance of maybe tasting what she was cooking.
Mom could make the best fried mush, and she made great gravy too, as did our dad when he wasn’t at work. The biscuits were mouth-watering, and when you spread some of her canned jelly she had stocked up on those biscuits, there would be a sense of satisfaction that only the love of a mother could give her children.
Mom was a lady in all sense of the word.
Ray “Uncle Ray” Day is a weekly contributor to the Kokomo Tribune. Contact him at email@example.com.