The Dinner Table
I cherish the memories of those meals, from the smells of Mom’s amazing cooking of fried chicken, pork chops, fresh ham and beans with pancake cornbread, to the sounds of laughter, teasing and reflections on our day. Those were sacred moments of our family together gathered around the dinner table.
Sleeping in a Cold Bed
Riding in the Back of Our Truck
Scaring Each Other Growing Up
Our Small House
Ma and Pa Stone
In reading over Ma’s 1944 journal again last night, it struck me how much she worried about her kids, grandkids, and parents. She fretted when Dan and Dorothy’s son Kenny was sick with pneumonia. She fretted over Clell and Marie’s daughter, Aunt Carolyn, when she was struck with the measles. She wrote grateful praises to God when on November 14th of that year her son, Dan, didn’t pass the physical to go into the army and war. She seemed at times to be an impatient person, as well, writing more than once of her frustration waiting for daughter Tressie and daughter-in-law Marie to come over to take her to the store. Through it all, her writings spoke of a deep love and devotion to her family.