She couldn't speak English when she first went to school and then became deaf in the third grade. She quit to help her mom raise her brothers and sisters. then she went on to raise all of us. She loved to read, enjoyed soppy romantic stories and loved life. She was a class act all the way.
My head is still swirling with horrific stories of abuse and neglect from mothers (which is what my incredible mom and I talked about on Mother's Day) and the sort of life it created for their children (and their grandchildren).
It's sorta like,.. the mother picks the father, and the mother picks whether she will keep the child. Once the stage is set of the mothers decisions, the child is either blessed with a mother (and/or a father) who will raise them the best they can with all the love/understanding they can muster (to varying degrees of success),... or they are cursed with a mother (and/or father) who don't know how to love/understand other people... even their own children, and the children almost never recover from that.
Whether it is the dad or the mom who is the lead parent,... it is the hardest job in the world, hands down. I know this *because* I'm NOT a parent!!
Oh, man! I feel like I didn't even tell much about her! Mainly just talked about our day together. She has AMAZING stories. She's living up the in the mountains alone,... she's like two ridges over from the house where she grew up in a dirt-floored house without plumbing or electricity on top of a mountain. A mile walk down the hill to the bus stop for school.
When I was growing up I spent a lot of time watching my mom SCHOOL teenage boys who thought they were cowboys, when she'd hire them for her dude ranch. My mom is short (5'2") and round-shaped, but she would get on her Arabian racing gelding, who was 16 hands and FAST AS BEJEEBUS and she would set him off at a full run across the desert, lean out of the saddle, bend herself in half with her head inches from the horses pounding hooves and pluck a low-growing desert wildflower at a full gallop, even when she was in her 40s and 50s.
She's also a 'town character', even up at her current place where EVERYONE is a 'town character'!
I have to admit... who doesn't want to just hang out all day... toodling in the garden, yelling at the horses, and doing whatever you felt like doing all day? She works **hard**, but then again... she always has!!
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[But I am at work <3]
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It's sorta like,.. the mother picks the father, and the mother picks whether she will keep the child. Once the stage is set of the mothers decisions, the child is either blessed with a mother (and/or a father) who will raise them the best they can with all the love/understanding they can muster (to varying degrees of success),... or they are cursed with a mother (and/or father) who don't know how to love/understand other people... even their own children, and the children almost never recover from that.
Whether it is the dad or the mom who is the lead parent,... it is the hardest job in the world, hands down. I know this *because* I'm NOT a parent!!
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When I was growing up I spent a lot of time watching my mom SCHOOL teenage boys who thought they were cowboys, when she'd hire them for her dude ranch. My mom is short (5'2") and round-shaped, but she would get on her Arabian racing gelding, who was 16 hands and FAST AS BEJEEBUS and she would set him off at a full run across the desert, lean out of the saddle, bend herself in half with her head inches from the horses pounding hooves and pluck a low-growing desert wildflower at a full gallop, even when she was in her 40s and 50s.
She's also a 'town character', even up at her current place where EVERYONE is a 'town character'!
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I have to admit... who doesn't want to just hang out all day... toodling in the garden, yelling at the horses, and doing whatever you felt like doing all day? She works **hard**, but then again... she always has!!
Sounds like someone I know..... *grins at you*
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How am I?
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