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Originally Posted by George Lander
My own Mother has been gone since 1977 and I still miss her every day. She was born in Eastbourne, England in 1903, went to convent school in Nottingham and emigrated to the U.S. in 1920. She came with her Aunt, who was a Registered Nurse, supposedley on a visit, but only returned to England in in 1950's for a three week visit. She worked with The Southern Railway for twenty years and then with Troop Movement at Fort Jackson, South Carolina for the next thirty. She was the epitomy of a British Lady and remains the
essence of love seen in my daughter and grand daughter. I long to see her again in God's Kingdom in the next life. There is a Balm in Gilead and it is spelled MOTHER.
Best Regards, George
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My Mother also passed in 1977- one month before her 60th Birthday in Nov 1917 (my birthday is Nov 1941). My Mother had a great 'spur of the moment' flair- like somewhat the Lady author Erica Jung- she had a "fear of flying", whereas my boyhood dream was to be a pilot- but she loved to fly kites with me, and later my gas engine remote control airplanes- I was quite the model plane builder back in the "Stromberg Kit" days of the 1950's- lotsa balsa and banana oil dope on my workbench-- So to remember her, every Mother's day, I get a helium balloon with a "Happy Mother's Day" logo, cut the washer weight from the string, and let it get airborne towards the clouds until it is out of sight-
When Nazi Rudolph Hess bailed out of Germany in 1940 in a ME 109- he parachuted out and landed in a farm field in Scotland, and was rounded up by area folks armed with pitchforks- Several of the men, recalling Dunkirk, wanted to string him up- but a wife interceded- she said "After all, he is still some Mother's only son"--and he spent his life in prison instead.