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A Visit From Mom

By: Carlis B. Wilson

Living with Grandpa Wilson
My father died when I was just a small child. After father's death, mother married again, and she and her second husband moved to Indiana to find work in the city of Indianapolis. They let me stay with poppy Wilson and his youngest daughter, where there was room for running and playing. I remember many things about those days.


Getting stuck in the plowed ground.
It was in the spring of the year and the garden had been plowed after a big rain. I was playing in the shed and found an old generator from a car. I picked it up to show my aunt what I had found. As I crossed the garden, I sank into the plowed ground so deep that I could not go any farther with the heavy generator in my hands. There I stood screaming for help. When my aunt came to me she said throw the thing down and you can get out, so I did. We often laugh about that.

Another time.
There was a bad storm came in, we went to the storm cellar which was into the side of a hill. Poppy Wilson said "leave the door cracked so we can get some air in here." As the storm got worse and the lightning bolts were close, each time a flash of lightning would enter the cellar and light up the darkness inside, it would scare me to no end. They would keep assuring me that it would be all right. Even though we were safe, I have never forgotten about that storm of many years ago.

If I could only see mom.
After a number of months, I was longing to see my mom, and often thought of her. On a bright sunny day the white clouds were moving raptly against beautiful light blue sky. There I lie on the grass under a shade tree.

While looking up into the sky watching the clouds go by, some time had passed as I was fascinated with the beauty of the scene. As the cars were passing on the dusty gravel road in front of the house, my thoughts once again were "if I could only see mom." Then something wonderful happened, a word came to me, "mom would be in the third car coming that way." I began to count the cars as they passed by. First car, some time passed, Second car, more time passed, then after a long wait the Third car pulled into the driveway. A beautiful lady with brown eyes and shining black hair wearing a pretty red dress got out of the car and said, "Carlis how are you?" I was very happy to see my mother.

Many years have passed and gone, mom has passed on to her heavenly reward, but I have never forgotten the day the third car brought mom to see me.

_Carlis B. Wilson


This story was posted on 2003-01-23 13:41:44
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