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Although Mom was a shriveled up little old lady, this picture captures her “spirit/attitude” - that of a 20 year old ready to enjoy life, eager to be involved and have fun. Mom never went by her formal name but by Cassie.
Mom was quick to laugh and love and slow to anger. When she did get angry, you had better watch out. She would say, “I am so mad I could spit”!! Her legacy – love, show kindness, give, share, forgive, optimism.
Her philosophy of how to deal with a mean person – “kill them with kindness”. Her version of loving the enemy, be so kind to the person that they cannot bear to be mean to you. Mom’s answer to every trial – prayer.
Mom volunteered as a Pink lady, transport driver for Head Start and the Little Red Door, for the Altar Guild. She was involved in many Church festivals.
Mom was an environmentalist before anyone thought it was cool. Growing up we were not allowed to throw any trash out the window, not even the teeniest scrap of paper. Apples?, that was ok because it fed the animals. Gum?, never on a sidewalk or in a parking lot, but only when traveling on a road – it helped pave the road of course!
Life with Mom was a series of funny events. Were they funny because she was able to laugh instead of getting angry?
Mom, our dog Penny and I were at a gas station. After getting gas she decided to run the car through the automatic car wash. She pulled up to the door and stopped. We could see the man trying to start the wash. He stopped and yelled something to Mom. We both rolled down our windows to try and hear what he was saying. Mom leaned a bit out of the window. We both realized he wanted Mom to pull up. She did pull up and in an instant the brushes of the washer were in her face along with a spray of soap and water. We were drenched!! The expression on her and Penny’s face was priceless. We never laughed so hard.
A story that explains her thought process a bit - If You Give A Moose A Muffin, she is the moose!! She was able to see the potential for fun in everything.
Mom enjoyed crafts - knitting, needlepoint, embroidery, counted cross stitch, sewing, etc. She made sure I could do it all. Even darning socks back in the day, before people started throwing everything away!
Mom loved birds and butterflies. She has her name on a brick at the Panhandle Butterfly House.
Sports – Mom was very competitive. She loved to swim, play tennis, ping pong and golf. She had a great swan dive and jack knife.
Jokester – every chance she had. One summer my brother had friends over for a sleep over. In the morning she called up to them to say she had just heard on the news that there was school that day. They needed to get up and get going. Every April Fool’s Day she was busy!!
A poem sent to me from dear friends Dave and Jayne Bytell:
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before only better, infinitely happier and forever we will all be one together with Christ.
~ Henry Scott Holland
Violinist start date - May 2013
Fiddler start date - May 2014
FIDDLE- Gift from a dear friend. A 1930-40 german copy, of a french copy of a Stradivarius. BOW - $50 carbon fiber. Strings - Dominants with E Pirastro Gold string.
Thank you so much. What a beautiful tribute to your mom.
I loved hearing about her. What a lady, what a mom.
I love the poem and how you talk about her. That is the best legacy we have in life, that our children will write of us they way you wrote of your mom.
Love and sunshine...
Vibrato Desperato.... Desperately seeking vibrato