As I was cleaning out some things last week, I saw this note in Mom’s handwriting, tucked into a box with what was probably her first computer. That computer is now in the electronics recycling bin.
Her writing, though, is etched in my memory, and quite happily.
Posted by a friend today:
Legacy is not leaving something for people.
It’s leaving something in people.
I hope that my legacy is this true.
And on this 21st anniversary of her death, with only one little cry today, thanks, Mom!
Mom’s been gone 21 years today.
1962. With Mom this time.
My mother went through various phases of crafting. She exhibited some addictive/creative behavior!
One of those phases was with handmade cards, using some heavy plastic-like material and a tracing tool to make an impression on the plastic. She then colored the raised portion of the card. The process took time and patience!
She had some name for this, which I have long since forgotten. [UPDATE: Sister Karen tells me it’s tarjeta. I find very few hits for this word on line, but it appears to be a Brazilian and Argentine craft.]
Mom’s 1993 Christmas card was handmade, and I cherish it.
Today would be my mother’s 80th birthday. She’s been gone more than 20 years.
This photo captured her at 18 years old:
This is the woman with whom my father fell in love. We found this photo in his belongings after his death in December.
When Grandma Carter moved into a nursing home, I took custody of her dinnerware.
I didn’t even unpack this china until I had Aunt Esther’s china cabinet, so in four years, I think I’ve used it once.
Two weeks ago I took custody of my mother’s dinnerware. We rarely used this, but I’m determined to put it on the table for certain occasions.
Mom’s collection includes service for nine: dinner plates, salad plates, dessert plates, coupe bowls, three serving dishes and a large serving plate, cream and sugar dishes, and cups & saucers. Also in the box were four painted china demitasse cups and saucers, and some random serving dishes. And six salt cellars.
Two photos of Mom, found in my father’s belongings:
- with her mother Ruth, probably in 1996, and
- with my father at some speaking engagement or mission meeting in Argentina.