Amazing memories of a precious mother

Mother’s Day is coming up and I sure think of my mother and how she was also my best friend.

“Hey Mom, I’m home!” when I came home from school, that was exactly what I would call out as I walked into the house. If I didn’t get an answer, I’d walk through the few rooms that we had to see if I could find her. Then realizing that she wasn’t home, and I wanted to go out somewhere to play, the rule was to write on a slip of paper where I would be, and pin it on the wall at the side of the door between the dining room and the kitchen. Now having four children, that spot was ruined as far as the wallpaper was concerned, because it was full of pin holes, sometimes there would be three or four slips of paper there before mother came home.

There were some days when I would come home that the house was smelling super good, and I headed right for the basement. Mother had timed what she was doing to when we would be coming home and that was making doughnuts. Because of the grease odor, which I’m sure was nothing more than lard at that time,she always made the doughnuts in the basement. She always would say, “what’re you doing down here?” as if she didn’t know. She would hand me a big brown paper sack that had sugar in it and then she put in half a dozen of the fresh doughnuts and told me to shake it. Then I was busy eating those doughnuts which just melted in your mouth. &nbsp;&nbsp;<ahref="http://etypeservices.com/Cass%20County%20Star%20GazetteID497/"><spanstyl... 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">To view more, please log in or subscribe to the digital edition.</span></a></p>