Friday, March 26, 2010
I was very lucky to have been born to a woman who loved holidays to the max. My Mother was a farm wife. Work on a farm in those days was manual labor, a hard but rewarding life.
Every holiday was looked forward to as a big event. She was, a kid at heart, which is a trait of hers that I have thankfully inherited.
We lived in the mountains, below a church. Going to church every Sunday was a very short walk , so, one did not miss church.