by Pops » Sat 13 Oct 2007, 16:29:15
My Mom had a horse named Billy when she was little.
Ventured from OK/MO to CA at around 14 years to cut apricots for a few cents a day and wrote a little journal on a discarded diary.
Did some things during WWII that she didn’t talk about.
Liked Bushmills.
Made pottery, oil paintings and collected antiques, none of which were very good.
Had long legs and ran to the bus stop with me when I was in 4th grade in the same awkward way as a too-tall adolescent.
Told me once that my arms reminded her of her first childhood crush.
Wrapped some birthday and Christmas presents in newspaper and kept her cash between pages of books on shelves where she could rarely find it.
Said Blood Was Thicker Than Water and Can’t Never Did Anything.
Packed her own pistol when we went to look for my sister who was last seen hanging out with a bad fellow.
Liked butterflies.
She died in her early sixties when I was in my early thirties.
As usual PMS, I know that wasn’t the topic at hand…
The legitimate object of government, is to do for a community of people, whatever they need to have done, but can not do, at all, or can not, so well do, for themselves -- in their separate, and individual capacities.
-- Abraham Lincoln, Fragment on Government (July 1, 1854)