Back in November I wrote two columns titled, “Thank you, Mom.” I will never write words more sincere than those in that column. They told how much I owe to my mother. In truth, as far as whom or what I am is concerned, I owe Mom everything. I can hardly wait to die so I can thank her properly for all she did.
Last November, I mentioned that when Daddy passed away Mom was left absolutely penniless, but believe it or not she sang her way through each day as she slaved away at her daily housework back in the 1930s and 1940s. For one thing, when The Depression struck, and she and Daddy lost the house, they had to leave behind the appliances that had come with the house: the nice gas range, the refrigerator, and the washing machine.