Mommy had settled into her new home already and became really comfortable. Mary had not yet come on the scene and Mommy was getting around pretty well. It was May and our flowers were planted, and the grass was looking really nice. We liked to wander around in our connected yards as Mommy pointed out little things that she didn’t like to look at . . . like that “ole shed,” she called it. It was an old metal shed that I patched together, surrounded by ground foliage. She wanted me to get rid of it, but I thought that it gave the yard a bit of character.
As we wandered, I suddenly came up with a great idea . . . a backyard birthday party on her 90TH birthday, July 7. I’d invite the seniors’ organizations from the church and the Beechwood Center. No cooking or fussing with food but catering the whole thing instead. As the time came closer, my cousin Nancy would come to town from Chattanooga to help. I hired a friend’s catering company for the food and a tent company for a large tent in the yard for shade.
The
weather was just right, and Mommy felt well. The sun was warm, and the large
tent was just in time. Nancy handled games with most of the seniors from the
church which was a lot of fun. The food was great, and Mommy’s Fellowship
members were really happy for her.
There
was one gentleman that was in attendance that both Mommy and I hadn’t seen in
many years. He was one of my mentors that helped mold me and several other boys
by way of an organization called the “Cub Scouts.” He was my “Den Dad”, Mr.
Patton. He was the father of a good friend, a high school partner of mine who
was in the Cub Scouts with me. He and Mommy (who was our “Den Mother”), were
our leaders of Den #2, Wolf Pack 1556. Mommy hadn’t seen Mr. Patton in a long
time, and it was the most pleasant reunion EVER. It was one of those times that
Mommy just gleamed, smiling from ear to ear. Mommy didn’t notice Mr. Patton was
there at first. I watched as Mommy mingled and finally ran into him at the
party. I snapped the picture as they stood and reminisced. It was a good time
for Mommy.
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