I remember Grand Ma Ma preparing the Mason Jars that would be opened months later and then once again the winter air would be filled with summer. In the winter when the ground was covered with snow Mother would make Hot Cocoa. The house we lived in was atop the only hill in town. All the people of the town would rush with their sleds to the top of the hill after the snow fell. They knew that they would soon be getting a hot sweet cup of that cocoa. But first they had to give Mother what she desired. It was easy to accomplish this –they just had to have the time of their lives sledding down her hill. As the cocoa steamed on the stovetop Mother would watch out the kitchen window and be filled with joy , a simple joy that I don’t think is possible for many to feel today.
She had five of her own and hundreds from others and all of us loved her. The townspeople always thanked her for the joy the snow covered hill and her hot cocoa brought them. The truth be known –It was Mother that received the greatest amount of joy.
It was a time unlike today when there were never enough people for Mother to bring joy to. I am glad she is dead. The world of today has to much hatred in it to deserve Mother.
I adored her!