Thinking of Mom
Posted By GrandmaMarilyn on May 12, 2012
Mother’s Day is tomorrow. This got me to thinking about my mother, who passed away back on April 19, 2001 of Pancreatic Cancer.
April 24, 1950, I turned 18. I had understood my mother to tell me that when I turned 18 that I had to move out of her house. I was scared of living alone so I jumped at my first marriage proposal. This was a mistake on my part as mom said that I misunderstood her. During the following years, I wasn’t able to see her very much. I was either working or didn’t have the money to travel to see her.
Well when I was 44, I moved back to the town my parents lived in and became friends with my mother. I am glad that I had this opportunity.
Thinking of my mom brought back memories of my mother and I sitting and relaxing on her king-size bed. During this time, we would watch TV, do crafting, read books, or just be together. Sometimes we would talk and sometimes not. Either way, we were content just to be together.
It was funny but we loved the same shows (most of the time). She would ask if I wanted to watch something else and I would tell her that I loved what she was watching. One of her favorite TV shows was Wheel of Fortune. She had a ball trying to figure out the puzzles before the contestants could.
Our crafting consisted of whatever we were interested in at the time. This was usually crochet though. She would be working on afghans and I would usually be working on something small. LOL At one point, she created a kitchen towel topper and I made a pattern from it as I needed a pattern to crochet with. We worked on these up until she couldn’t crochet anymore.
We loved reading the same type of books….romance. She especially loved the books by Grace Livingston Hill as they had a religious flavor to them.
We loved going to the thrift stores, yards sales, auctions and stuff together, too. I learned to love going to these with her. I miss not being able to go to the thrift stores with her.
Now that she is gone, I find that there is a fountain of information that I am still missing. I will be asked something about my childhood and I don’t know the answer. The first thing that I think of is that I need to call my mom and she isn’t there to call.
Mary Regina Bingham is sorely missed by her family and friends.

















