She made dresses for my sisters and me, always in the latest styles and colors. Mom might use a paper pattern for a baseline, but she added her own unique touches. When I was a girl, some mornings I would wake to find a new Barbie doll dress on my night stand. When my boys were young, she made surf shorts for them in wild prints.
In the past month from my kitchen window, I have noticed a robin flying back and forth under my patio carrying string, straw and whatever else it can find to build a nest.
The robin has chosen as its new home the very top rung of my husband’s ladder. The robin has worked so hard for at least two weeks. Finally, last Wednesday, I noticed a finished product. Not only had this mother robin provided a home for her soon to be offspring, she is very protective of her environment.
About 12 years ago, Pat Bohannon seized a unique opportunity.
That was when she began working with Hardin County Schools Experience Children’s Early Learning, or ExCEL, program, which helps teen parents with child care while keeping them from dropping out of high school. It was a chance, Bohannon felt, to honor her own mother, a nurturing parent who had just died.
Well, sort of. I mean, I want to. I do. Kind of. My kids are growing older. My son will start kindergarten in the fall, and my daughter will be old enough to start preschool.
It seems a good time to start looking. I like the idea of doing something, using my mind for more than worrying about my kids eating enough vegetables, contributing to the household funds, and in turn being able to go out to eat on occasion or buy a dress without feeling that I’m taking money away from my kids’ vegetable fund.
Dealing with breast cancer didn’t dampen Theda Meredith’s spirit, her success in banking or her love of life.
In 1997, Meredith was diagnosed with breast cancer. She found the lump herself and a specialist recommended removing the tumor along with a mastectomy and reconstructive surgery on her right breast. There were 13 malignant lymph nodes.
She went through chemotherapy and felt fine. The cancer returned in 2000 and again in 2003.
Last week, my husband went to Georgia to visit his dad and sister who lives in the house above his dad’s basement apartment. For at least 15 years now, Chuck’s been making this trip every April to spend a week with his parents and, in his words, “just be a son.”