“A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.” ~Tenneva Jordan
Mother became a Dr. Pepper woman in her later years. She had a beer at 10, 2 and 4 o’clock. This picture was taken a couple of years before she died when I took her on a family camping trip to Zion National Park. She sat around the campfire with us, but then I took her to a nearby motel to spend the night in comfort. I love you, Mom. — Photo by Pat Bean
My Mother
I’ve recently been thinking a lot about my mother. While I truly hated her growing up, she and I reconciled in my 30s — when I finally understood what a strong, courageous woman she was.
I was holding her hand when she took her last breath in my home, and am so thankful I had that precious moment.
The thoughts that flew through my head on this Easter morning was how important it was for her, when we were so very poor, that we kids all had new clothes for Easter. She, however, never had anything new.
She died in 1999, but I still miss her.
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well done pat she is smiling and I do hope with Pearl in a can
Nope. It’s a Milwaukie, I think.
She looks and sounds like a wonderful woman and a character!
I am proud to be her daughter jm. I hope my children can say the same about me.