Memories of My Mother
Mom was a lighthearted woman. She sang around the house (we teased her, claiming that her voice was terrible. It wasn't a Grammy-quality voice, but it was fine). Like most people, she sang the songs of her youth - in her case, the 1940s. I didn't realize how often I'd heard them, until one day, I was watching Name That Tune. The music of the show was WWII songs - I was, for once, VERY good - I knew them all. Mom was patient. She listened to my brother and I read stories aloud (prompting us to "sound it out" when encountering an unfamiliar word), let us recite our times tables, and helped us learn new skills - cooking, sewing, knitting, etc. At a relatively young age (early 40s), Mom developed Rheumatoid Arthritis. By the time I had my last child, she was in a wheelchair. From that point on, she largely stayed home; it took much planning to arrange outings. My dad retired early, both due to his poor health (he had pancreatic cancer), and to care for her. Mo...