We all make our choices as we go through life, even when very young. You can lead a horse to water, but not make it drink. But sometimes if you keep doing it, it may take a sip or more. So I made my choices in life, but the waters to which I was led, I was principally lead by my well-motivated mother who loved me. I am glad that she was "tough" enough to lead me more than once to some of the good waters. I am so glad for the the nights that she spent reading to me (and my siblings). The "Hiawatha" by Longfellow, the "Odessy" by Homer, the "medical books", the trips to the library, the concerts, and the opera...all these things and more she did that gave me a class and broadening that I knowing these things think what a poor wretch I would be, and probably not know it, should they not be in my life. Do I have any regrets?...Yes;...I wish that I could have been sweeter to her instead of protecting myself so much from her. So, I am who I am because of my mother...and I thank God for her, and pray for forgiveness for my shortcomings at times in regards to how I hurt her feelings because now that I am older I realize so much more how she must have felt despite how she often came across. God bless my mother where she is now, and please be merciful to her for her mistakes often made, I believe, because she wanted to pursue beautiful things and rise in nobility. It is perhaps a little sad that Mother missed the birth of her fourteenth grandchild, Robert Alexisovich de Gaston, my eleventh child, when Mother would have been 101 years, 2 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days old! |
Mother, probably 8 years of age, cropped from a Heywood Family Reunion picture taken in 1915.
(Here she reminds me of Cami, and looks a lot like Erica...both when they were of similar ages to my mother.) |
at about 20 years of age. |
"Jalisco", Mexican traditional piece: |