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For Mother’s Day…..Reminiscing about Uncle Willie’s Farm

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Growing up, my best memories were the sights, sounds, tastes and smells of South St. Louis.

The corner confectionary sold rainbow-colored candy buttons and chunk chocolate. Housed in a shiny glass case, the candy was the main act, on show for all to see.

The brick five-and-dime store on Meramec Street, about three blocks from my house, sold everything imaginable. The same store where my cousin Carol, pounded her fists and kicked her feet in a full-out temper tantrum, because my Aunt Katie refused to buy her what she wanted.

Ted Drewes Frozen Custard on Grand Avenue, still standing to this day, made superb lemon floats. I remember many reflective walks to the custard stand with my friend and neighbor Cindy Winschel.

As an adult, I loved hearing Mom’s childhood stories. She frequented Uncle Willie’s Illinois farm as a young girl, and spent lazy weekends exploring with sisters Georgia Lee and Isabella, often getting into trouble with her cousins, the Wagner kids.

What I remember most about Mom is that she was tough. Tough as nails. And funny.

So here’s a tribute to my Mom ‘Gladys’, and to all moms everywhere.

It’s a story that was published in the St. Louis Post Dispatch on October 13, 2010 titled Visiting Uncle Willie’s Farm. I hope you like it.

Visiting Uncle Willie's Farm - STL Post 2010001Happy Mother’s Day…no matter what kind of mom you are….even moms of animal children.

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Steadfast – A poem

Thinking about my Mom today, and what a strong woman she wasMom Four Ridge Road 1956 crop square….

Here’s a poem for a cold winter day in Missouri….

“Steadfast”

A fortress of brick, steel and nails,

Mom was the glue

That held us

Together.

Sheree K. Nielsen

© Copyright 2014

Edelweiss, Edelweiss…

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWhile frenetically searching for something in my laptop bag this morning, I came upon the lyrics of my Mom’s favorite song, Edelweiss.

Finding that little piece of paper allowed me to pause, take a deep breath, and slow down my pace.

My friend Mark sang Edelweiss at Mom’s funeral, and it brought back memories of  her wonderful garden.  She tended to her flowers with skill and the utmost care.

Mom would often times sing “Edelweiss” while conjuring up savory meals in the kitchen.  Once in a while, Dad would whisk her away in a waltz around the kitchen or living room.

Here are the lyrics – so simple and yet, so beautiful.  While I don’t have a photo of the mountain flower found in Europe, I’ll share with you one a couple pics I snapped of white flowers.

“Edelweiss, Edelweiss

Every morning you greet me

Small and white, clean and bright

You look happy to meet me

Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow

Bloom and grow forever

Edelweiss, Edelweiss

Bless my homeland forever.”

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