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May 6, 1992 Thank you Cousin, for what you did, To help me when I was just a kid. You would send a box of clothes to me, And oh those clothes made me so happy. I'd get hone from school and Mother would say. "Got a box of clothes from Lurlene today." There was a coat in a box one time. Mother cut it down and it fit just fine. Dear Cousin I never thanked you properly, For giving all those things to me. I could dress as pretty as others in school. When Mother altered those clothes from you. I looked forward to each box from you. And you know what, Mother did too. She would work real hard to make things fit. Because of you, my face just lit. These are some things I want you to know. I remember a jersey silk skirt, that I liked so. I love you dear Cousin, for being there. And for showing me how much you did care. When a box would come, excited I'd be. Mother would hurry and fix something for me. Although we weren't rich in money it's true. I was always rich with those clothes from you. I thank you again with thanks so sincere, For all your kindness of yesteryear. Well Cousin, I've one more thing to say. I love you even more today. |
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3-1989 Once a year for 38 years, she would bake, The most delicious applesauce cake. Then one day she said, "you know what I thank?" "I'm going to cook a cake for the Frankston Bank." "And I'll put one in the deep freeze, 'Cause I've got some kids I want to please." She was getting things ready for Christmas lunch. And she knew she would always have a big bunch. Her chicken dressing you would have to taste, To know why David let none go to waste. "I think I'll cook a big roast, Weldon and Wanda like that the most." "Need to bake some more pies, pecan and peanut." "Gotta give one to Buffalo Butt." "If Darrell and Reba can make it this time, I know everything will be just fine." Shopping for gowns, she'd let me have my choice. Then she'd say, "you think this'll look good on Joyce." "Now when Christmas is over, I want you to take, What's left of that applesauce cake." "Fix some up for Carol too. 'Cause she likes it as much as you." "And I want Carroll and Peggy to have a pie. Remember they get that black pot when I die." Well, Christmas would come and would be gone. We would each take some good food home. All her cooking could pass a test, But I think her fried chicken was best. Christmas' like those have past, But Mother's memories will last and last. |
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