Our
Memories
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Mom
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| Andrew | |
| Tim | One early memory of Mom is after Mary died. In the evenings
after Lois and Steve, being nearly three and four years younger than me,
were in bed, Dad was out-of-town on business and Andrew was attending
school in South Carolina, Mom would send me to the corner drug store to
get a bottle of ginger ale and a carton of ice cream. She and I would sit
down and enjoy an ice cream float and watch television.
Mom's feet always bothered her. She used to offer Steve, Lois or me a penny to rub the calluses on the ball of her foot. Of course, a penny's worth of foot-rubbing never lasted long enough for Mom. |
| Steve | I'm still thinking... |