One hundred and fourteen years ago my mother was born on Woodheed farm, just out side of Annan Scotland. Today when I read the daily word I wished her a happy birthday. She was my dearest friend, my mentor and my guide to who I am. I wrote a story about my 15 Christmas one that will remain in my heart and mind for as long as I live. She made me wrap my own present telling me it was for Daddy but I couldn't know what was inside it. Christmas morning the tag I had written for Daddy was gone and there was another tag on it, To Gladys with love Mom and Daddy. It was a crinoline and somewhere downstairs I still have it these many years later. No I don't wear it to square dancing, for that i wear ones my niece gave me or ones I got at the recycle sale.
My mother came from Scotland after her father died because he said she couldn't come just because a friend of her brothers asked her during the 1st World War. Well when she came as a Registered Nurse she worked in Kerobert Hospital and met Uncle Jack's brother Peter Zubick while he was in the hospital with his wife who was dieing from a form or cancer. After a few years Mom married Daddy who was the single father of 2 boys and 4 girls, then they had my sister, a son who died before he was a year old and then me. I think any woman who would marry a man with 6 children to raise is a strong and loving woman. That was my mother. Happy Birthday Mom.
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