My Mom

My mom was raised by her grandfather and grandmother. We won't go into her mother. Mom's grandfather came to the USA from Wales when he was a young man and her grandmother came from Bavaria with her family at the age of 6.

I often hear tales of growing up on a farm; hand mixing cake batter, reading by kerosene lamps because the barn got the first electric line before the house or working at the soda fountain during the summer. I keep telling my mom to write a journal of all those memories. Hopefully she will.

During the war my mother became a Nurse, going against family desires. She joined the nursing corps. She is so beautiful, inside and out.

I think my mother was the one with the camera as there are not many pictures of her with me. But here is one!


My mother was always in kitchen baking, canning or cooking. Summer was cucumbers in the bathtub soaking . My favorite was eating a peeled cucumber. yum! Christmas time was baking!! I think my mother made 8 different types of cookies and 4 different types of nut bread. The house smelled wonderful. Mom would make 2 types of cut-out cookies for us to decorate with butter cream frosting and colored sprinkles. The table would be loaded with those cookies.

I am carrying on with the Christmas cookie decorating tradition. My kids now insist they be done no matter what. Somehow the tables have been turned on me.

My mom is still living and I hope for a long while. We still do crafts and baking together.