From Julie Ware
My mom died when I was 16. I spent most of my time with my dad and would rather be outside pulling weeds than in the house. My mom was very talented. She sewed everything we wore. Our dolls or Barbies would have pajamas that looked just like ours! She crocheted, embroidered, quilted. Any new craft that came along, she excelled in. There wasn't anything she couldn't do. In the fall she would bottle everything. Everyday coming home from school, the counter in the kitchen would would be covered with bottled tomatoes, relish, pickles, fruit, jams and jellies. Christmas was filled with fancy cookies and breads and gifts that were thoughtful and special. Mom made everything special. I don't know how she did it but seriously everything was perfect - at least in the eyes of a little girl.