She was the fourth of seven children born to a farm couple whose deep lineage in the western Virginia mountains has been lost to history. She and my dad met at a community dance in 1931 and married in the fall of 1933. By that time she had worked in a silk mill and as an etcher and designer in a glass factory. Later, she worked throughout World War II as a quality control specialist in a synthetic fabric plant.
|Mom in the summer of 1959 Burlington, West Virginia|
With my birth she became a full time mother and homemaker, but still found time to enjoy her church family, reading, gardening, nature, friends, frequent visits with her large family, and many weekends and summer vacations on Pattersons Creek in Burlington, West Virginia. She was taken from us far too early in 1976 after a long illness. I can't thank her enough for all she did for me.
She never saw her daughter-in-law or her three grandchildren. Still, I think her love, compassion, wonderful sense of humor, and dedication to family and friends had a strong presence in our lives. It is a chain of being that I trust will continue within our family for generations to come.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom!
Portions of this post first appeared in 2014.