Mother was born on this day in 1927. For years, I would get the days mixed up, thinking it was May 25 or May 27. Finally one year, Mother said “5-26-27” and I never forgot it again.
Mama and Papa had been married a year, working a small farm in Throckmorton County. Three years later, they would welcome another baby girl and the beginning of the Great Depression, trying to survive a cotton farm. It was a desolate place, with scrub brush and rocks, and a few oak trees along the creek which never had much water in it. Life was hard, and Mama aged before her time, even though her face was protected by a slat bonnet when she worked alongside Papa. After Mother was old enough, she inherited the slat bonnet and the long sleeved chambray shirts and there were mechanical tractors for when she plowed.
A son would be born in 1939. Mother would leave for Hardin-Simmons University a few years later. She helped pay for her school by working at a downtown theatre in Abilene–the Queen, where she worked the popcorn counter.
I think a lot about perspective these days. Seasons. Circles and cycles. Phases and stages. One side of the giant pine ravaged by lightning. The other side supporting Virginia Creeper. We wait for our time, engage it, and when we are fortunate, there will be those to whom we will matter when our time is done.