A man's work is from sun to sun, but my mother's work is never done.
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I remember when...
Do you remember the trip to Pensacola with eight of us crammed in the car? I remember everyone fighting, and me getting in the trunk to sleep. Oh yeah! Remember me driving through Downtown Dallas and scaring you to death; And me and Peggy swearing we'd never speak to each other again?
I never thought you had caught me smoking, but all my sisters and brothers said you did. I remember you saw me walking across 1601 to the truck-stop while I was lighting up, and you found some in my pillowcase.
Aren't you proud I've stopped!!!!!
I remember though out my life and the others you have always been there and very supportive to all of us.
Ah Yes! Our trip to Las Vegas and Patty and Harold stopping to read every damn sign and anything about History and us always waiting for them.And walking our legs off everywhere we went. Then in Santa Fe and Chama, they were still reading signs etc. on the train trip.
* our life in Penwell
* you working in the cafe
* me learning to drive our truck at age 9, which has led me to racing like a Wild Man
* us living in the old red barn
* the Thunderbird that the ol' man bought
* and Elaine always wanting to drive it
Isn't it amazing how you always go back to your roots?
These are just a few of the many memories that I have and will always cherish.
I'm blessed to have a Mother like you.
What can I say about Vertie Mae???
It's hard to put down in a couple of paragraphs what this vibrant lady has done for this whole family. She has been raising me now for 62 years and believe me she's not through.
In 1955, I was 6 years old. I remember our Mother working as an Oilfield Restaurant waitress for tips to buy our lunch the next day at school. The tips were not a dollar or two the way they are today, they were ten cents to twenty five cents at a time. She would work the 2:00 to 10:00 shift, that way she could get us all to the bus everyday. She would then go home and clean the old barn and wash clothes for the next day. How many of the debutant bunch of today could have or would have done that?
In 1959, I was told to dig a ditch from the main water line to the trailer we were all living in at the time. The Old Man came in and it wasn't done, he proceeded to kick my ass, but our Mother stepped in with a pocket knife. I thought it was all over, and so did my Dad. After that things got a little better for me, but not so much for Mom.
What I want to say to my Mom is thank you from the bottom of my soul for raising me the way you did. I learned how to make a living from the "Old Man", but I learned how to live from you.
May God Bless and Keep You.
Your Loving Son,