Jams, jellies and homemade bread. Garden vegetables galore. No doubt you'd always be fed, when ever you walked thru her door. Helping neighbors with a task, no matter how big or small. All you had to do was ask. She was there at your beckon call. Working hard was her best trait. Keeping her from growing old. Side by side, Husband and mate, as if made in a single mold Sister, Mother, Grandma, Friend. Many memories held dear. Gods love he will surely send, wiping away our every tear. By Rose Ann Jenneman In memory of my beloved mother Mabel Dicks. November 29,1920 to February 16, 2007 |
