It’s Friday and You know what that means–Five Minute Friday with LisaJo Baker! Today’s prompt, “What did Your Mama do that made her yours…”
She lost her mother when she was only six months of age. She was the youngest of nine children growing up in the shadow of the Great Depression and World War II.
The memories of her childhood are vivid; a childhood that was strange, and very different, from the life I knew as a child.
Like shadow boxes of gold, hung on the walls of her heart, are the stories from her childhood that she would tell to us.
And, I would hang onto each word of her story, I could see the five stars in the front window of her home, representing each of her brothers, who were serving in the armed services, during the war. I could smell the dew covered rose bush, beneath her window, in the early mornings – windows, that stayed open because air conditioning was not an option back then.
Through her stories, I met my grandparents, aunts, and uncles, that I will one day embrace in heaven.
“If the stories are not passed, to all family members, then they are lost forever”, says my wise and younger brother.
The gift of story passing down through the generations.
My best memory of my mother is her gift of story. I am blessed that she is alive today, and still telling me stories about her life, both then, and now.
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