I don’t know why I’m writing
this. I don’t like my mother. Actu
ally, she drives me crazy. I talk to
her almost every day, and a week
doesn’t pass that 1 don’t see her at
least twice.
I still tell her what is going on in
my life. 1 mean, she expects it. She
always listens when I tell things
that bother me, and she usually has
advice. Sometimes it’s advice I
don’t want to here. And what
makes me even madder, usually
it’s good advice. The woman is
still one of the smartest people I
know.
Now she has my kids for grand
children, and even though she has
a job since daddy died, she still has
time to teach them all the beautiful
songs and stories she taught me as
a child. I mean, what am I to do. I
thought I was the one that was
going to get to tell those stories and
teach those songs. Now all 1 do is
get to sing along with the kids on
the way to and from Nanna’s
house, and tell stories about Nanna
when I was a kid. The kids think
it’s hilarious, but I’m sure if I think
about it long enough. I’ll figure out
a way that this isn’t right
You know what else? She still
makes better chocolate chip cook
ies than I do. Even though I use her
recipe. I think she must have left
out an ingredient on purpose when
she gave it to me. Of course, she
raves about my shoo-fly pie and
makes me make it atevcry family
gathering. I think that’s just
because she doesn’t like to make
shoo-fly pie.
I mean, what am 1 supposed to
do with a mother like this?
TJws year, my oldest daughter
waited a special Easter, dress. I
remembered the one my mother
had made for me as a child. Sure
enough, Nanna still had it hanging
in the closet (the woman throws
nothing out) and Easter morning,
my daughter had the most heart
special dress in the entire church.
All because Nanna rehemmed it,
washed it with the “good deter
gent” and pressed it carefully.
You’d think she didn’t trust me to
get that dress ready for her
grandchild.
And just because I work one day
a week, she insists that my pre
schooler spend that day with her—
not a day care center. Now my
youngest will be deprived because
instead of learning all the political
ly correct things a four-year-old
should leant, he spends his days
following Nanna around the farm.
What can I say? No, Nanna, I
don’t like you. Like is just too mild
a word. I love you, the grandkids
love you, and we always will.
Besides teaching me how to be a
mother, thanks for the future
insturctions on being a perfect
grandmother.
Kendy Allen
Manheim
7 Love You, Mom ’
Our mom is a housewife and
also the best cook. She cooks and
bakes from scratch and cans and
freezes all different things. She
always gets phone calls asking
“Can you cater my party?” Here’s
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The Woodrlch children
write that their mom hates
having her picture taken so
they don’t have one of her.
But, they sure love her so
here Is one of them.
My mother is very special. She
had the ability and talent to keep a
home running smoothly, raise
children with love and compas
sion. while being a helpmate to her
husband while running a business.
Her deep and sincere love for
the Lord, and a constant commit-
ment to her husband and family
epitomizes every child’s desire to
have a mother like her.
Hpr children grow up in the
knowledge that they are special
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I am thankful for my mother
Ruth RulL She does many things
to help people. She had many
kind words of advice for me in
my growing up years. She taught
me love, patience, kindness, and
the art of housekeeping.
She is a great mother to her S
children and is very fond of her
grandsons. She loves to work in
her garden and flower beds and
she also helps with the many
dairy chores. Happy Mother’s
Day, Mom.
(Continued from Pago B 2)
t another one, “I need a couple of
pies or cakes for a birthday party.”
I wish that she could open up a
bakery. That’s her dream also,
to live in Alaska or Hawaii. She
loves the beach and the snow.
My mom has four kids. She trys
to make the best out of us. She
lakes us to lots of places like the
park, fishing, and plays with us.
She plays baseball with my
brothers and we catch and fetch.
We always try to make her days
special for her. When it’s her birth
day or any special day, we make
her an award for being the best
parent or mom that she is. And,
sometimes, we make her breakfast
in bed to show how much we love
her. Like she does for us. My mom
likes animals and nature. She also
has lots of friends. Everybody says
that she would do anything for you.
Also she is always there for you
when you need her boy, do we
kids know that! There is no other
mom like ours!
Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy.
We love you!
Rebecca, Kyle, Linday, and
Cody Woodrich
Mary Mosemann and husband.
•Linda Zimmerman
Lititz
and become unique individuals
who in turn impact other lives.
1 am so fortunate to have inher
ited this wonderful mother from
my husband through marriage
Mary Mosemann.
She is too precious to me to be
called “mother-in-law.”
Now 82 years young, she
resides at the Mennonite Home in
Lancaster.
Mrs. Daniel Mosemann
Lehighton
A VERY SPECIAL PERSON...
MY MOTHER
As I was growing up. Mom, I
realize that I caused you a lot of
hurt, frustration, pain, turmoil, and
heartache. But I pray that I also
brought you a little bit of joy and
sunshine through the years. While
I was not always there for you
when you might have needed me,
you were always there for me. For
that I cannot begin to thank you
enough. With the ordeal I have
undergone over the last several
years, I recognize that it has been
just as hard on you as it has on me,
and I want you to know that your
standing by me and being there for
me has made it much easier. I have
not been able to get you the things I
wanted to for your birthday,
Christmas, and so forth, but on
each and every day I think about
you and I miss you when we can’t
be together.
I want to take this opportunity to
thank you for all of the times that
you’ve gone out of your way to do
something for me, and to say what
I so often think but fail to say:
Mom, I love you. I have seen so
very many young people who’ve
come from broken or dysfunction
al homes and who have no rela
tionship with their parents and
each time it makes me so very
thankful that I have two parents
whose love has been totally unself-
My mother, Dorothy Landis, is a
person who makes everyone feel
comfortable. Always a caring per
son willing to listen, she is a
Christian example of the mother 1
want to be.
Mom has become even more
special for all her support in the
last couple of months. On Decem
ber 3, 1992, I delivered surprise '
twin boys who were seven weeks
early. Mom drove two hours to
stay with my 2- and 4-year-olds
while we went back and forth to
the hospital. She came again in
Our Mother
Many times she would play with
us in the snow when we were
young children.
She was an exceptional cook.
Many remember her good pies and
scrumptious dishes that she
brought to family gatherings.
She always seems to have a
“magical” green thumb for plants.
She would lend a helping hand
and call when she knew you
weren’t feeling well and she would
offer some homemade soup.
She also does volunteer work
for the church. She has time to
spend with her two granddaugh
ters, Lori Hess and Tina Myers.
Most recently, she had the pri
vilege of celebrating her 50th wed
ding anniversary.
Our most treasured memory of
our mother is to know that when
I see a small child playing there, gloriously contented
With the April breeze ruffling his hair.
Face taut and ears oh so red
Not aware it’s time for bed.
To dream pleasant dreams tomorrow will bring.
When he returns to play and hear robins tenderly sing.
Each new day brings him rapturous thrills
Exploring all the nooks and nearby hills.
And like all boys who before him ran
Someday, he will become a man.
On mother’s pride, God’s gracious gift to man!
Guided from infancy, by loving hands.
What life’s endeavor befalls you to do
Do not delay, mother’s love will help you through.
Leave nothing undone, never give cause to make her blue.
Always, to thy mother’s will, be steadfast and true.
No matter how painful may be your disobedience.
In your journey through life you will cherish her magnificancc
Try not her patience, 100 soon she will bid you adieu
Mothers are awarded but once to little ones like you.
Radnick of Bethel Park wrote this poem as a tribute to all mothers.
Radnick had it printed on a photo poster of a little boy in a
meadow.
ish and unconditional. While
we’ve had our ups and downs, nev
er did we cease to be able to talk
with each other or turn to each
other. Mom, you are so very spe
cial, and I just want to wish you the
Lancaster Farming, Saturday, May 8, 1993-B3
Dorothy Lanois
January when the twins were hos
pitalized again. It was great to
come home to a hot meal and a
clean house.
She enjoys her grandchildren,
reading, sewing, gardening, and
taking care of disabled people
while their parents are on vacation.
She’s a special mother and grand
mother to her six children and 19
grandchildren.
We love you. Mom, and thanks
for everything.
trials come to anyone in our fami
ly, we are certain she will lend her
support emotionally and with
prayers.
From daughters Lois Hess and
Linda Myers
GROWING UP
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warmest and most wonderful
Mother’s Day that you’ve ever
had.
(Turn to Pago 84)
Kaye Martin
Lewistown
Esther Ober
Your son,
Don K. Love