Birthdays

Yesterday was my birthday. I finished eating leftovers a few hours later from my meal at Olive Garden and completed my pet chores. Then I went to my closet to put away gifts I received and those that I purchased.

I was wearing my house slippers loaded with Gold Bond powder, because my feet have been giving me trouble in recent days. As I have said before, Tootie Mae can’t see well now and she crossed my path. I fell against the tall boy piece of antique furniture. She was not hurt though my right hand and wrist received a hard blow. Thank goodness I am left -handed and kept my promise to be on time with my article.

Over the years folks, family, friends, neighbors and total strangers asked me for help or recommendation. Since I came out of my shell and shared my interests with others; requests continue to come to me. I receive the pleasure and good feeling of honoring them. If I can not fulfill their request I have had a nice chat.

Today I was thinking about another elderly woman that celebrated her 90th birthday in 2009.

Marjorie L. Kittle 1912-2009---Although, I never met her, in a special way, our paths crossed in July of 2002.

By request of her son, Keith Kittle and the family; I penned a poem to honor his aging mother on her 90th birthday.

With the help of a priceless picture of a little girl named Marjorie and her playmates and with information provided by Keith and Connie during several conversations; Marjorie’s poem unfolded and soon after found it’s way to her via The Clay City News, and a unique family presentation.

Authority told this writer of simple poetry and other things she was very pleased.

Mrs. Kittle’s obituary read, She spent her life raising and caring for her family. She was a lifelong member of The New Hope Baptist Church.” It is clear to me; she was a very special woman.

This is her poem---

A Message to Mother

Mother, I thought I should tell you on your special day,

What I have tucked way inside my heart,

Yet never seemed to find words to say.

I was thumbing some old family pictures

I began to reflect back to my own childhood

And some of the things we used to do

I can still hear your call,

As you beckoned me in each day

And sense your display of authority,

Like that old picture seemed to say.

I can still see the table set before us,

As we bowed our heads in prayer;

I always gave a heaping helping of thanks;

Because I was grateful, you were there.

Maybe you thought I didn’t notice

The entire good that God graced on top of you

I watched you open up your heart

And let your love shine through.

So, Happy Birthday Mother!

You have earned your special day

You are an angel and a keeper

In each and every way!

Mary Lou Lynch Sartor

Someday, I hope our path will cross again.

Now I must rest. I will check it out on Monday. Fact is that arm is still sore from the last Covid shot.