I’m good at rehashing why’s; why I loved her and why I didn’t...but why?
Mamma sewed, cut material and sewed some more. She never learned to sing or play ‘cause she actually sewed from birth to dying day, When her work was done on earth, I know she’s content forever mending The Little Angel’s Britches! - - - We hated winter. Mamma and I had arthritis which took a huge... Sign in to see full entry.