Mother’s Day Legacy 2020

My Mama, 1914, the first-born to a logger and his wife training to become a nurse. Mama left us to live in Heaven last year, and a new girlie joined our family. Strange, my youngest granddaughter is Mama’s spitting image. God is funny that way, isn’t He? They look alike, although they won’t meet here…

Trash Collector-Part 2

Walking outdoors is Mom’s main love. (Yes, I know, I encouraged the treadmill idea. She detests treadmills.) Her trash collecting mission branched off of her love for green and clean living. She is an original environmental protector at eighty-eight-years old. On a mission one day, Mom fell into the gutter. Concrete gutter. Head first. A…