It was quite late in life, when I appreciated my mother’s fine craftsmanship skills, and the beauty of her stoic attitude. She was a single parent bringing up three kids on scarce resources.
The boots which she had created from an old pair of jeans did not thrill us at that stage in life, but kept us warm in winters.
The house has been put on sale after her demise. With a heavy heart and moist eyes, I pick up this remnant of childhood from the sidewalk where it has been thrown. My wife will not know what it means.
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Oh, the poignancy of small things when we’re parted from someone we love. But that love will last forever. She was a wonderful, unselfish mother.
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Like most mothers are… Thanks, Jilly!
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It is amazing how the smallest things can become so important later in life. Beautiful story.
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Thanks!
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Wonderful telling….made me tear a bit.
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I guess all mothers did, and those of us for whom it evoked some memories. Thanks!
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It’s a heart touching tale …..
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This is really a story honoring a mother who was willing to sacrifice for her children! Great entertaining!
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Thank you, Nan!
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A lovely, poignant story, Reena!
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Thanks, Brenda!
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Very beautifully written.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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It doesn’t have to beautiful to hold memories. Delightful Reena
My FriFic tale is called Jim and Jan!
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The beauty lies in the association with memories. Thank you, Keith!
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I fear that the skills of her mother generation are fading. Interesting use of the prompt photo.
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Thank you, Mike! Manufacturers now, make things in a way that they are trashed in a short time, and are not fit for reuse or repair.
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Beautifully written and heartfelt, Reena.
There’s so much talk about throwing out your excess clutter and stuff you don’t use and yet there can be so many memories caught up in it too. Perhaps, I am at one extreme but too many people are throwing it all out these days and not keeping these trophies of past hardships and successes and what makes us who we are.
Best wishes,
Rowena
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The key is mental space ☺ Thanks, Rowena!
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What a fine tribute to the way our mothers use every skill they possess to give us the best possible start in life! Nicely written story, Reena.
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Thank you, Penny!
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What an awesome tribute to a Mom’s love for her children. Great story this week!
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Thank you so much, Jelli!
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Appropriate tribute to mothers everywhere who struggled selflessly to take care of their kids.
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Yes. It is often forgotten. Thanks!
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Only he will know the true value of the battered boots. Nicely done.
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Thanks!
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Lovely sentiment and appreciation in this, well written
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Thank you so much!
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Wonderful writing, Reena. Some trinkets’ value will not be appreciated by those who don’t know the story behind them.
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You are right. Thanks,Varad!
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