A Mother's Love

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Sometimes times a project can look overwhelming.

Submitted: December 22, 2017

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Submitted: December 22, 2017



I was in high school back in the 1960’s, when my older brother, Louis, began pestering my mother about our family history and genealogy.  He was in the air force at the time and would pop in about once a year.  He’d forget things and ask Mom the same questions all over again.  Finally, she said, “I’m just going to write it down.”  And, she did.  It took her nearly a year to hand write all the information she had been giving to him verbally.  She sent the book to him she had made at Christmas as part of his yuletide gift. 

But, whenever he came through again, he’d have more questions, and he’d bring his book with him for her to update.  But, once she put him off.  We were struggling financially, and Mom was working a lot just to keep things together.  When he asked her about it, she said, “I’ve got other things to worry about right now.” 

He said, “Did you even look in it?”  She admitted she hadn’t.  He picked it up off her writing table and handed it to her.  She layed it aside, but he picked it up again and pushed it into her hand.  She finally opened it, and in the front was a hundred dollar bill.  She nearly fainted.  A hundred dollars would be like a thousand dollars today.  She got busy and updated it before he left, then she had an idea to make a genealogy book for each of her ten children and one for herself.  So, that meant hand scribing another eleven books.  Mary, my sister, just happened to move back in with my mom, and they’d spend nearly everyday after lunch working on the books. 

Because I was the youngest, by the time they got mine finished, I had graduated from high school and enlisted in the air force.  I got my book with a care package they sent me on my first Christmas away from home.  It was lying right on top of a bunch cookies and candy.  I have treasured my book now for over 52 years.  It has been a constant source of family information for me.Time has beaten it up pretty good, and it is miserably out of date with marriages, divorces, and remarriages, not to mention all the births and deaths during that time. 

I was aghast when I posted a picture of my brothers and sisters with my mother on Facebook, and one of my great-nieces asked her mother, “Who is that woman in the picture.”  She had no clue, even though that young lady with her own children was now living in the same house where my mother had lived for over twenty years before she had passed away, that my mom was her great-grandmother. 

Only a mother’s love would undertake a project like, writing everything in twelve books by hand!

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