It's all about memories, isn't it?

Had the day off for Veteran's Day and Dad thought he had to work so I started in cleaning the computer room. There were a thousand pieces of paper on the desk from family history, interesting or useful information, family email and newspaper clippings about births and deaths and milestones.

So Family Tree Maker got updated, my Word.doc address list was modified, a few photos got scanned and then 900 pieces of paper got filed or thrown out. Tonight, I have two to-do files on my desk and my "password" notebook. Oh wait, there is the latest version of Family Tree Maker still waiting to be installed, a newspaper clipping of Dad's Army days needs put back in the scrapbook and a handful of photos to be scanned or filed.

But the intent of this evening's entry was my visit with Granny. After lunch, I went to Afton. Wasn't sure about taking Mom out in the dreary, drizzly day but after hearing her relate a tale about the lost boy next door and then trying to scrape up enthusiasm (on my end) to sit in her stuffy room and read, I said "do you want?" and she said "yes" . . . so we ran. We were off and away for a short ride. We had to stay on the pavement today and off the mud roads so we only rode to Arispe, then Shannon City and around Afton where I have learned to say "you know that is where Mary lives" instead of "do you know who lives there?" There is the Junk Yard house. There is the Green House.

And Mom talked the whole way. Some talk was about the trees and ponds and cattle. She mentioned the hay bales and the rain. She answered questions "were her feet cold" . . . no, she had socks AND shoes on, she told me. Her feet were not cold. Was she too hot? No, she was just opening her coat. Some of the sentences made sense, in fact, a lot of it did, tho simple and brief. Some words wouldn't come or sentences didn't make any sense at all but it didn't matter! Because Mom was out, looking, enjoying and talking and I was so glad we'd gone to the trouble (Mom's trouble) to get out and ride and "blow the stink off!"

Once when I grumbled about others not taking Mom out, a daughter reminded me
that I have been given a precious gift - time alone with my Mother to make special memories . . .

And wasn't that what my whole day was about -- sorting, polishing, sharing memories
both on my desk and computer and then, better yet, with my Mama.