Bear Paw Meanderings

Mother’s Day has just passed us by. I remember Mother’s Day of my childhood very well. When we went to church on Mother’s Day, and we did go to church, most of the congregation wore carnations on them somewhere. Red if your mother was living and white if your mother was dead. That tradition died out, like so many more, for some reason unknown to me.

I was blessed with having two mothers and two grandmothers and for a time even a great grandmother, Augusta Behrends. Although great grandmother Behrends did much to make me frightened to this day of dead bodies. Or, rather my real mother, Virginia...