It's been ages since I blogged but I felt inspired today after reading the portrait posted on The Chattering Crow
She was the only one of her thirteen siblings who had flaming red hair.
She quit school and went to work in a factory to help her family with their finances.
She drank too much during my teens.
She taught me how to pray.
She was efficient with her time and worked like a Trojan.
She taught my nieces and nephew bawdy songs.
She was immaculate, punctual and efficient.
She passed a bookkeeping class at the top of her class in her 40s.
She was a great dancer.
She deserved her Lily Lysol moniker.
She hated waste and extravagance.
She loved making slippers and jigsaw puzzles.
She never felt the love she wanted.
She loved music and hummed when she was happy.
She could add long columns of numbers in her head.
She hated driving but every fall she drove a truck during harvest.
She was left handed but was forced at school to write with the other hand.
She gave us lickings with a belt.
She lived by the adage "bloom where you're planted".
She baked bread and became a delicious cook.
She peed her pants when she had to speak in public.
She wanted to fix things even when we resisted.
She had a second chance at love with her teenaged heart throb.
She was generous especially for birthdays, anniversaries and Christmas.
She never found peace in her faith though she practised it until her death.