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My Mom was no fun. I like her a lot more, now that she's gone. She died 28 years ago, so I have very few adult memories of her. I moved away when I was 17, and made only sporadic visits after that.

Mom was the stuff of pioneers. I could see her, walking along beside the wagon, pitching into any chore, and singing while she did it. She knit, sewed, crocheted, gardened (heavy on gardened), canned, and baked. She tended chickens, cleaned chimneys, and split firewood.

She sang like a bird, knew what to do with half a dozen knives and forks per place setting, and frequently went and hid when people dropped by.

She was an enigma.