The wonderful woman who raised me was born on this day 90 years ago, and so she is even more on my mind on this summer Saturday. In the picture above, we believe she was 16 years old. A kind, calm woman, with a heck of a head on her shoulders, widowed at age 55 with one child headed off for her freshman year in college and a high schooler still at home, she kept food on the table and put us through college and hosted us at holidays and gave us great beach vacations. More than anything, I miss my weekend trips back home, when it was just the two of us for coffee in the mornings and grilled steaks at night and sitting around talking or working together in the yard or running errands. She only got to visit the Roediger House two or three times, just in the first year I owned it, because the devastating car wreck that incapacitated her occurred in September 2004. She left this world in January 2011.
To Mother, on her birthday.
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