Thoughts and stories, by Pal

One of my favorite stories of my dear mother's life.  It is such an inspiration in many ways.  I hope you enjoy it again, if you already have read it.  I noticed this was read 2 times yesterday, and often when an old entry was read by someone, I go back and read it again myself.  I felt this was worth repeating!  I posted many family history stories early on in this blog.  I may repeat some that you haven't read lately. This was originally # 140, and posted on April 30, 2014, just over 2 years ago. This touching story is told by my mother Ruth in her journal:  (It brought tears to my eyes just reading it again -- ) My mother Ruth Allen Miles, about 1974. Two main tragedies happened during my last year at Dixie, both involving my mother.  Just before  Thanksgiving we were expecting George to come home.  Mother was alone and either fell or perhaps fainted  and fell between the stove and the wall.  On the stove was a...

This touching story is told by my mother Ruth in her journal:  (It brought tears to my eyes just reading it again -- ) Two main tragedies happened during my last year at Dixie, both involving my mother. Just before  Thanksgiving we were expecting George to come home. Mother was alone and either fell or perhaps fainted  and fell between the stove and the wall. On the stove was a pot of boiling beans which tipped over and dripped over her, burning her badly, particularly around the breast area of her body. Oh, the agony  she went through with this! During this ordeal was my final weeks and months of teacher training , final exams, etc., during which time M other's friend whom we lovingly called Aunt Amy Haycock came down daily to sit and take care of her while I was in school. I guess that all my life I had heard of my mother's dear friend, Amy LeFevre Haycock, but it was not until March 1928 , when the tragedy of mother's wreck struck our family, that I fully r...