These pages are dedicated to my mother Nellie Wilson. She was a little Irish woman who gave of herself to her children. There were so many times she went without so that we would have.
In my early years we lived in the Bronx N.Y., in an apartment building, four stories up. Mom's life was not easy. I remember her carting the groceries up those stairs after walking a few miles to and from the market. Mom's wardrobe consisted of a few house dresses and one good Sunday dress, she spent any extra on us. Mom was the one who took all the neigborhood kids on any outings when we were to young to travel ourselves.
I was the youngest of three and spoiled. God Bless her, when I think back, I wonder how she ever put up with me. As a teen, I thought mom didn't know anything. As I became a woman I knew she knew everything. My mother was my best friend and although she is sleeping with the angels, I know she is still watching over me.
"Happy Mother's Day"
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