My Mother Always Hoped For Snow

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About Snow

Mom was a big fan of snow, and her hopes for that particular form of precipitation were frequently and fervently directed to the heavens – and to anyone she thought might have influence in that sphere.

Given that longstanding preference and Mom’s record of getting her way, it was no surprise that the day her memorial services were held, March 21, 2013, the second day of Spring, the Ozarks were visited by a unseasonable snowstorm, as evidenced by the above photo taken from the deck of her home on Table Rock Lake following the funeral.

About Mom

A week after my mother’s death, there is much about her I still don’t know.

I don’t know, for example, why my mother, who lived alone, kept four heads of lettuce and three packages of pie crusts in her refrigerator, more than a dozen sacks of beans, seven cans of sauerkraut, eight cans of fruit cocktail, and three cans of water chestnuts in her cabinets, and fourteen large boxes of cereal on her shelves.

I don’t know why my mother amassed a collection of several dozen kitchen towels, all new, with the sales tags still attached.

I don’t know why my mother accumulated enough yarn to knit scarves for every man, woman, and child living in southwest Missouri – with enough left over to make mittens for all the children currently enrolled at the Shell Knob Elementary School.

I don’t know why my mother kept the bill of sale for the Chevy Fleetmaster she and my dad bought in 1951, why she stashed away 60+ empty envelopes that once contained house payment checks received by my parents in the 1970s, or why she stored both the original & amended 1994 financial reports of the Eagle Rock Missouri All Faith United Methodist Church Women’s Group.

And I don’t know why my mother, who kept the walls of my childhood home pristinely bare, free of decoration other than the obligatory portrait of Jesus with the eyes that follow you wherever you go, moved to a log cabin and filled every wall with meat grinders, trivets, flatirons, two man saws, butter churns, china sets, hay hooks, augers, toys, cooking utensils, china, brass buckets, ceramics, decoys, …

I do know, however, that my mother was tremendously important to many, many people.

I do know that for a number of individuals my mother was a stabilizing force – and sometimes the only stabilizing force – in an dangerously unstable, chaotic world.

And, I know, with absolute certainty, that my mother always loved me – without reservation, without conditions, and without end.

Mom’s Collections

The best photos of my mother’s impressive collection of Ozark artifacts had gone missing for the past two years. I have recovered and posted these at .

Credit Due Department: The photo was taken by Gwen Stockton.

7 Responses to My Mother Always Hoped For Snow

  1. Gwen Stockton

    Allan,
    Glad the picture came out so well. She certainly put on a beautiful show for us. Aunt Bobby was indeed a very important part of my life and without her (and your) influence I would not be the person that I am today. There are no words. Much love to you and Penny.
    Love,
    Gwen

  2. Sending love and sympathy to you and your family. The words your wrote about your mother brought tears to my eyes. She sounds like she had an endless capacity to love .
    P.S. I also loved looking at her collections, it was like stepping into a museum at times, she had quite a decorating sense.

  3. A very lovely tribute. She did her job well – loving her child unconditionally and loving her neighbors. I love that she knit mittens for all the kids in an elementary school!

  4. Allan,
    A nicely expressed ‘tribute’ to your Mom. I’m happy for you that you have many good memories of her to reflect upon.

  5. She sounds like a fun person who was interested in the world around her. Wish I had known her. So sorry for your loss.