March 1st in 1968
My Mom was an avid note taker on her calender pages and that in turn enthused me to keep a journal the late winter of 1968. March 1st of 1968 it was 45 degrees and I was pregnant with Kevin. I wasn’t as diligent as Mom was with my journals but I did have entries here and there.
Today it is -2 degrees and snowing with the wind blowing strongly from the north. On the 45-degree day in 1968 I went and helped my Dad do their household laundry as Mom had restrictions. Mom had fallen from the hayloft on February 2nd as she was going to put hay in the mangers for their dairy cows. This happened while my Dad and Michael had gone to a spring farm auction.
Mom called me from their home phone telling me she needed help. My daughter Carrie, at the age of 2½, and I went immediately after also calling my sister Elvera. Elvera and I were both only a few miles away on our own farms. Mom had broken her back in the that fall. How she ever made it to the house to call for help is unbelievable. Recovery took time, but determination took my mom to the age of 93.
Memories are priceless. Every once in awhile they need to be revisited to keep us grounded. On a snowy, windy day it is time well spent. Maybe tomorrow will be better sunny weather to make new memories.