“Remember…MOTHER…Every DAY”
“Sure hope that we remember “MOTHER” every DAY!”
Sometime in the mid 1950’s… “nosy me” – looking in closets – up on the top shelves – – those places – – that – once someone packs the box of stuff – thinks – – “this is a safe place to store “stuff” that – – I want – – but have no need of …NOW!”
“WHY… do I… like to look through old – dusty boxes – – that are put away – – and just plainly – – that is to me… forgotten?” When I was in my teens – – looking into old boxes of stuff – – just has some kind of intrigue to me – – almost like being a “detective” – – with maybe “HOPES” to find – – some lost treasure??
NOW… that I am thinking about the old days – – it just came to mind – – that back in the 1940’s – for the WWII – – the WAR effort – – it was my duty as an AMERICAN – little girl – to take my wagon and travel all around the neighborhood – – looking for metal and newspapers and magazines – – and take to the designated places – – to help AMERICA – – WIN the WAR! We also collected the bacon grease and oils in old coffee cans – and those were turned in at the corner grocer – – as there was a need – and if there was any way – – for me to look and find something that – – could be used – – for something… with a real need and purpose – – well – that is where I am coming from – – as I think – – that I am still doing that!
So… taller and able to handle a “step-ladder” – – I was on a mission to find out – what was in the boxes – – on the high shelves – – that – just sat in the same space – – for years! To my surprise – – old “PHOTOS” – – and of “OLD” people that I did not know – – and never saw. The above “PHOTO” of my MOTHER – – was in one box with some others – and as I was looking at the above “PHOTO” – – my MOTHER – – informed me that she did not like this PHOTO – – and never wanted it – – to be hung up on the wall – – as that is what I wanted to do.
The above “PHOTO” was beautiful to me – – and I could never find out – – why MOM did not like it??? So…for years and years – – I kept this “treasure” hidden in my photo albums – – – but when my MOTHER left this earth – – this very same week many years ago – – I finally – – found a frame for this treasure – and – “It” NOW – hangs in my bedroom – – so I can see this treasure – – my MOTHER – – every DAY!
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