It’s been a great Mother’s Day. Spent the weekend with my Manti family and then had the rest of the family over for dinner today. I couldn’t help but think about the good mothers in my life and how I am who I am and where I am because of them. My mom always did the best she knew how to do, considering she was in unchartered waters with no family close by.
I have tender memories of spending time with my Grandma Ward in Malad. I loved going up there…to the farm. I know it was a burden to most everyone else. They were farmers, for heck sakes. We were city folk. We had vacations. Farmers don’t have vacations. And then there we were – me, specifically – and I wanted to play with my cousins.
There are a lot of memories that I replay in my mind every time I make the drive to Amber’s. I love going the “old” way where I reminisce the most. Lamb’s Service Station where we got a bottle of pop. He’d let us take the bottle with us, without a deposit, as long as we remembered to drop it off on our way home. The road itself has changed multiple times, there aren’t the same bends and turns that I remember but the spirit is still there.
My Grandma Goodsell, not so many memories, good or bad. Darnit. This side of my family got caught up in and virtually drowning in the “unchartered waters” of my mother’s journey.