Published: May 08, 2008 06:12 pm            

Out 49 & Beyond: May 7, 2008

You know what this Sunday is, so if you haven't done your Mother's Day shopping or gotten that card in the mail time's running out. Just let you love and appreciate her.

Last year in memory of my mother I shared a couple of little stories she had written which we had found in her attic after she had passed.

This the second Mother's Day without her and if you would kindly indulge me I will share two more with you this year. I wish she had shown them to us.

I would love to have discussed them with her, to know what inspired her to write them.

I guess being the only daughter in the family inspired this first one.



I Wish I Had A Sister

When I was growing up I has three brothers. I was the only girl. My brothers always stayed in the yard playing baseball with the neighborhood boys they didn't have very much time to spend with me. I was very lonely. More than anything else in the world I wanted a sister. Of course I had friends which I saw at school everyday. I even had a cousin who lived around the block. My cousin and I were very close but she just wasn't like a sister.

I envied the closeness that my brothers had with each other. They always stood by each other no matter what. They tried to show me that they cared for me too, but I still felt left out. A sister would have changed that feeling. I needed someone to share things with, someone who I could love and trust. I needed someone to help me with my chores. Washing dishes wouldn't have seemed so boring if I had someone to talk and laugh with. I knew there was nothing I could do or say that would give me a sister so I tried to face it and make the most of what I had.

One day surprisingly a new family moved next door to us. There were thirteen children in that family. I went over and welcomed the family to our town. There was a girl very close to my age sitting on the couch. She looked very happy when she glanced up and saw me standing there. I invited her to my house. We were eating cookies and drinking milk when I asked her why she looked so happy when she saw me. She replied, "I have twelve brothers and it's so nice to see a girl my age."



Penny and Misty

My grandchildren had a dog named Misty. He was named Misty because it was misty the morning that they got him. Misty's middle name was Star because he had a white star on his forehead. Misty was half German Shepherd and half Collie. He grew up to be a very nice dog.

Since I worked third shift he would stay at my house until I went to work. One day Misty left us, this was a very sad day. We buried Misty and put flowers on his grave.

A few years later Penny came, she is my granddaughter Gloria's cat. She is black & white and very smart. She is allowed in the house twice a day. Sometimes she comes in to watch television. Penny always lets us know when she wants to get in or out of the house. She also lets us know when she is hungry. She has learned lots of tricks too.

When I leave my granddaughter's house Penny will follow me down the driveway and sit under the tree to watch me leave.

I know these little stories would never win a literary award but finding them is like having a little bit of my mother still with me.

Until next time remember: From youth to old age there is no other who can take the place of a dear mother.



Pattye Harris of Ramseur shares news of interest from N.C. 49, the Empire Charge area and beyond. She can be reached at (336) 824-8198 and invites readers to call her with information they would like to share.

        

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