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Show A Mothers Day Portrait for our mothers portrait of love, thanksgiving and rejoicing rm i Collene Sorensen, Glendale, holds her granddaughter Nicole Roundy and grandson Coleman Sorensen for a summer photo under die shade of a backyard tree. As most know, my mom Rathie, pasrkirry Jiun-iiylW- s were practical inseparable for forty ysaAi' and I have felt her loss profoundly. She was my best friend who was always in my corner. Ruthie was not only a great mother, but a good, kind and uijudgemental person. She always sought the goodness in eth. ers, a quality far too few people possess.', V J j mom would But as my say, "enough whining. ; I encourage you to celebrate Mothers Day by making a renewed commitment to building your relationship with your own inother-the- y are a precious gift from God. Malm the time to occasionally take her to lunch, give her an unhurried call, or buy her just an Tm thinking of you1 gift. Tell her the things she has done that have been instrumental in your adult life, (even if you have to look really hard)! But most of all, take Die time to make ; your mom a friend. j , to every mother, &nd to my own morn' Happy Mothers Day whos probably playing her piano in Hcsyen...thanks for the memories! vR Golden Hills Restaurant Chicken Fried Steak or 4 oz. Halibut -- Plus FREE Dessert for all mothers! Treat mom to dinner! . Come & enjoy our new dining room . ,Mt. Carmel Junction : Lorraine Chamberlain, wife of Michael, wears a summer hat and dons a silk rose. Lorraine and Mike are the owners of the Pioneer Market at OrdervBle. Thanks for th memories Ruthio MOTHER . Mommas New momma dog keeps her 11 puppies. dose watch aa Kristy cuddles one of Apron By Myma Cox I remember Mommas apron, dusted with flour and sugar. The apron was as much a part of her life as the stove and the kitchen sink. It was used for so many things. Wiping tears from a child, or dusting die boys when they made repeated trips to the cookie jar. The gingham apron was a sign that a queen, donning a royal robe, resided in the kitchen. The apron was especially useful, during canning season. The stains from peaches and apples added an artistic blend to the tiny flowers and leaves woven into the print I remember Momma, opening jars with the bottom of the apron. I also remember her apron hiding her tear stained face when our old dog got hit by a car. Why, that old apron attended every harvest. Squash, peas, tomatos and turnips bounced around inside the tightly held cloth basket permanently affixed to moms waist and hands. I also remember her using that apron as a lethal weapon, swattingflies with a vengeance, and chasing stray cats oT the lot. I can remember hanging on to that apron, for dear life while hiding my face from a stranger. I miss Moms apron, I miss the nostalgic feelings attached to it I miss the pioneer spirit which seemed a part of that traditional bit of woven cotton print ' I miss that old apron, long gone-h- ut, still vivid in my mind when I think about Momma, and home. Mahana, young dausfrter, enjoy the centofEacs. Tltey fas In OtdervCe. 7 |