Your Mother's Hands (entry3)
It was late summer of 1951 that Bernie joined the Navy. His boot camp training was in San Diego, California. He left Loogootee by Greyhound bus. Dad and I took him and they "shook hands" ……..Bernie boarded the bus. Mom stayed home. He first went to Louisville, sent a post card telling us he was headed west and he'd write later. He sent a letter and his enlistment photo in a brown envelope. I remember Mom cried when she saw it. We bought a frame at the dime store in Wa
Your Mother's Hands (entry 2)
I remember this when I was 4 years old, before our old house was moved. There were double window in Mom and Dad's bedroom, and outside that window was a large rose bush. I spotted a red bird's nest in there. Mom knew I had my eye on that nest.....and she told me that they would be hatching soon. Yes, soon there were baby birds and they had fascinated me to death. I just HAD to see them closer. So I went outside, but I still could not see them like I could from when I look
Your Mother's Hands (entry 1)
My dear son, David, I wanted to give you something SPECIAL and UNIQUE for your 50th birthday. I hope you will enjoy reading this and also enjoy many MEMORIES! This has been in the planning stage for years and realizing that I would not be able to keep it in true chronological order, I would just write as things came to mind. I want to entitle it: YOUR MOTHER'S HANDS I could write using the computer; however, I want you to always remember how much I enjoy cursive writing. Lo
