Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Happy Birthday, Mom!!

March 2, 2016.
My mother would have been 91 years old today. Twenty years ago on her 71st Birthday she had a massive stroke. She passed away the next morning.
I know I don't write many posts about my mother. But I do know, she's in Heaven. I know there was a time that she accepted Jesus as her savior.
My mother, Stella Burris, was born on March 2, 1925. She was the third of eight children.




She grew up in Paducah, Kentucky during the depression. I remember her telling me stories of the 1937 Great Ohio River Flood.
It was in January.  Her dad was in Indiana at the time, working. A boat had to come to their house to rescue them and take them to a local high school where a shelter was set up. She said her mom had the family put on as many layers of clothes that they could before they left the house. My mom said it was so cold, that her hands froze to a carton of milk she was carrying. It was a while before they could move back home. My mom remembered their house being full of mud from the flood waters.




1937 Flood in Paducah, Kentucky








My mother and her family had it better during the depression than a lot of people. Her dad had a job working for the electric company.
Later my mom and her family moved to Evansville, Indiana, where she met and married my dad.

I always believe my mom had a premonition  that something was going to happen. The Tuesday before her Birthday, I had visited her and took her a Birthday present and some flowers. I remember her saying, "I always tell people, if they don't give me flowers before I die, not to give me flowers at my funeral." Also, she wanted me to help her make out a will. The day before she had gotten out insurance policies and gone over them. It was very strange.

I have missed having a mom these past 20 years. I wish she could have seen all of her great grand children and to see what great young men my sons have become.

My mother was a very hospitable person. You never went to her house without her feeding you something or giving you something.

My mother wasn't a perfect mother. None of us are. I believe she did the best she could and with what she knew. I love my mom and I'm happy that one day I'll get to see her again.
                                    

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