Delores Virginia Winnings Rudd
"My Dearest Mother"
So, after running many things through my mind in a day's time; ~ plenty of memories come to my mind. I do recall an old coal stove that my father used to fire up every morning so my mother could make delicious meals to put on the table every day; (morning, noon and night). I probably could have searched the town over and would never be able to find anyone that could cook like my "momma".. Goodness, she could make the best "yeast rolls" that could win any contest around...they were that good!!!...oh those memories!
The picture above is my mother; taken probably when she was about 14 or 15 years old. If still living today, she would be 92 this year; 2010. Behind her is a wooden split rail fence that ran our property line....for ya see; that wooden fence......well, that's how I got the name for my blog! "I loved my mother"...
Christmas time was always a special time of the year for me; well I might I add also Easter also; because every year at Easter...without any doubt...us girls knew we were getting a "new homemade dress" for Easter and golly, were we proud to wear the dresses that Mother had worked so hard to make sure every stitch was "gathered" and eery "hem" was right below our knees. Why, no trying to confuse our Mother and sneaking to move the hem up by ourself; because she knew better; "can't outsmart our Mothers!!!.. But our Christmas has stuck with me even until now; I recall the very few things we would get; but one in particular thing we all received from Santa was a bag of fruit and nuts! One year I received a "Skipper Doll" and was so excited about that...well lets just say it like this.......I could hardly sleep for thinking about that doll I got for Christmas and the excitement just overwhelmed me.
I still have struggles of losing my Mother when I was only 14 years old...that's when we all needed a Mother; but God chose different!.. I remember certain things; we always had plenty of food to eat - my father had the biggest...most beautiful garden that he toiled day by night to make sure there was plenty for the winter months and start all over again in the spring. We always had plenty of corn, beans, squash, tomatoes, potatoes and all the necessity things my mother needed to put together her meals each evening. Mother would can as much produce...washing jars; getting the lids and rings together and listening for the "pop" sounds when they sealed for freshness. We were poor; but one thing we did not lack was a spiritual mother who kept us in church.
We went to church when the church doors were open. All activities that were held at the church...well, you can just bet we were there! Mother loved God and she taught us the principals and values of loving God and other people. We had our scripture reading every morning before we left for school and mother would always pray for our safety. Funny, but ya know; we had a German Shepherd dog that would walk us to school...every morning ~ he somehow knew when school was out because when the bell would ring for dismissal; there was our dog to walk us home. My father would not go to church with us...why I don't know. But later in his years; he too accepted Jesus Christ as his personal savior and was saved. That was shouting grounds for the family...but it was too late for Mother to know about it; because God had already called her home to heaven with Him.
So, as the years moved on along; we always found ourselves getting into some kind of trouble that required a whipping from our father or mother. Now some of you may know; you never wanted a whipping from your father because that would always hurt; goodness, I would always put my hands on my behind so it wouldn't hurt so bad and funny thing, I still hear my father saying "move your hands".... I remember one day; late into spring when my father had known the frost was gone and he had planted his tomato plants...all in a row. Well, here comes this 4 year old and trampled down his tomato plants. Boy ~ did I get the whipping and told me to go to the house; of which I did....just a-cryin. I laugh about it now!!! Goodness, there are so many memories from home and I will share them with you as I move along in this blog. I'll even share with my readers about the fence posts; the grapvines and on and on. They say when you get older they call it the "Golden Years"...well, I agree to disagree because I think the younger years should be called "Younger Golden Years".
Well, so my life have moved into a grand of teenage years and for that very reason, I am thankful that God has given me such a wonderful family who:
1) Loved Me....
2) Taught Me About Christ....
3) Took Me To Church....
4) Clothed And Fed Me....
5) Taught Me Morals & Values Of Life....
Signed: Veronica Arnold
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