My mother was college educated and progressive for a woman born in 1920. I often attribute her positive and selfless nature to her upbringing. She had 6 older brothers, lived in a house that was 500 years old with no running water or electricity. Her village in the mountain had perhaps 50 people and they all met outside a small church on Sunday to play music and dance. After dinner the women and children all walked and met at the cemetery to tend the graves, pay respect and support each other. Life was simple and most everything was handmade or later rationed....because of the war. Everything was shared in the village and nothing was wasted. People united. You don't forget these experiences apparently. My mother always collected pinecones or branches (even at 92) on her walks as that was how she grew up. She drank the vegetable water from her steamed veggies and gave away whatever someone wanted. She was always so happy which actually annoyed me as a High Schooler. I remember describing her as a smart Edith Bunker. What a stinker I was! Now I see how amazing it was to be grateful and happy for each and every thing that opens our eyes and hearts. I miss her and to this day when I have big news, she is the first person I would want to share it with. Thank you for the remembrance!
I appreciate you sharing such beautiful memories about your mother, Heidi. She definitely was a gem of a person and had such an authentic spirit! Thank you so much for giving your memories to this conversation, and I'm grateful you shared your thoughts ❤️
I am grateful to God, for gifting me you as my son ❣️❣️❣️
Love you Mom ❤️
My mother was college educated and progressive for a woman born in 1920. I often attribute her positive and selfless nature to her upbringing. She had 6 older brothers, lived in a house that was 500 years old with no running water or electricity. Her village in the mountain had perhaps 50 people and they all met outside a small church on Sunday to play music and dance. After dinner the women and children all walked and met at the cemetery to tend the graves, pay respect and support each other. Life was simple and most everything was handmade or later rationed....because of the war. Everything was shared in the village and nothing was wasted. People united. You don't forget these experiences apparently. My mother always collected pinecones or branches (even at 92) on her walks as that was how she grew up. She drank the vegetable water from her steamed veggies and gave away whatever someone wanted. She was always so happy which actually annoyed me as a High Schooler. I remember describing her as a smart Edith Bunker. What a stinker I was! Now I see how amazing it was to be grateful and happy for each and every thing that opens our eyes and hearts. I miss her and to this day when I have big news, she is the first person I would want to share it with. Thank you for the remembrance!
I appreciate you sharing such beautiful memories about your mother, Heidi. She definitely was a gem of a person and had such an authentic spirit! Thank you so much for giving your memories to this conversation, and I'm grateful you shared your thoughts ❤️
It helped me to share my feelings. I thank you for your safe supportive space. Enjoy life!