I don’t remember my mother. I was raised by my grandmother though and grew up calling her “momma”. She was born in 1920, grew up during the Great Depression, sent her husband and brothers off to WWII, sent her son off to Vietnam, between 1966 and 1971 buried both her parents, husband, and both her children and was left to raise two grandchildren, ages 1 and 2 on her own. She was at best 5,1”, put up with zero bullshite, and would put the fear of God in anyone.

She was the strongest person I’ve ever known. And she gave me and my brother a great childhood, we wanted for nothing and she taught us to be honest, hard working men. They don’t make ‘em like her anymore.

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Posted by RogerTheShrubber

Juneau, AK

Member since Jan 2009

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Posted on 1/18/23 at 8:48 pm to Darth_Vader

Mom was the oldest of 5 kids. Her dad died when she was 11, so her mom had to take a job working two shifts every day to support the family while my mom raised her siblings, ran the farm, and went to school. She was NHS and captain of her basketball team. Strong and stoic. Her younger brother who was a football and baseball phenom drowned when he was 15, she was 25. I think that changed her forever.

She was a housewife until her home sewing took off and she opened her own alteration shop which turned out to be pretty successful as she got older.

She helped out a young black kid who was on my brothers basketball team, when the neighbors were against it. Got him shoes, clothes. He stayed with my family while his brother was seriously ill and later passed away. She didn't care what the neighbors thought. The kid ended up getting a ring as an NBA champion.

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