Born in 1910, raised on a farm and one of 9 children.
She graduated from high school and got a job with a family
who moved to another town and she worked as a helper 
to the lady and her family.
One night after her friend and her left the movies,
they got a ride home with a friend. It so happened my dad 
was in the car. He took a liking to my mom and ask her for a date.
 She declined and decided to get out a few blocks from the house
so he wouldn't know where she lived. A couple nights later, my 
dad showed up at her front door. It seems she left her wallet in 
the car and her address was in it. So she went out with him
 and that's how they met and feel in love.
My dad was married before and had 2 children. His wife
died and so my mom took on the job of being their mom.
She wanted a baby of her own but for 8 years nothing happened.
Then they moved back to the mountains where she was from
and Bingo- that good ol' mountain water must have done it.
Cause she got pregnant with guess who - Me!
Before they came back they went through some rough times.
It was the depression. I remember mother telling me
how she sold rags to the rag lady for kerosene so she could
cook. They had potato soup every day till it was coming out
their ears. I know growing up we didn't have potato soup
to often and she really could make good soup.
(I guess cause she had alot of practice.)
When I was young I went everywhere with my mother.
She took me to church and Sunday school every Sunday.
I said my prayers every night and we always said
grace at the table. I was raised in a good Christian home.
Mother was a crafty person. She would be up till the wee
hours in the morning making all kinds of crafts. She
could make something out of nothing.
Up until I was 16 yrs old, my mom and I were close.
And then when I was 16 - she started to get sick. 
She had mental breakdowns. One after another. And they
would give her shock treatments and she would get better
 and then it would happen again. She had them off and on 
until she was in her 70's. 
I remember when she was well things were different, 
she would do crafts and take care of my kids and we 
would do things together. Pretty normal but we never
knew how long the good times would last.
I use to love to lay on the living room floor when mother and
daddy were talking, cause her voice just to put me to sleep. 
It was like a lullaby. She could still do that when
she was in her 80's. She would get mad cause I would
fall asleep when she was telling me something. And she would
holler -"Dottie Mae- are you listening?" That woke me.
I miss my mom when I am sick. She always took good
care of me and I felt better when she was there.
When she was well - I had the best mom in the world.
Yea- she had faults like anyone else but she was still
a good mom. She raised me right and loved me no matter
what I did. She was a wonderful mother.
Then when she was in her 70's I got a call she had a 
massive heart attack. I lived about 80 miles away.
Of course I dropped everything- took off work and we
(my kids & I) went to her side.
It was so bad that they had to put her in a home so she
would have round the clock nursing care. 
My dad wanted to be with her so we got them a room together.
My whole world changed. From having parents who I
could always depend on to parents who now
 would depend on me.
I took care of them until they went to Heaven.
Mother lived for around 10 years and even got better.
I worked with her and she still had a bad heart but she was
able to go to church, go shopping with me and I would take
her out to eat. She visited everyone in the home and
had alot of friends. I spent alot of time with her and of
course - she would put me to sleep with her voice. I miss
her voice. It was so soothing.
My mother was a good Christian person and I know 
she is in a better place. Someday I will see her again.
Until then I have my memories.
Love you Mom!

She loved Red Birds!

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