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Aunt Mary babysat for us when we were very little. On one occasion she lost me. I wandered off to a far hayfield. How I got there I have no idea and I'm sure Aunt Mary learned little kids are fast. In this photo she is posing with us in front of Grandma & Grandpa Pellowski's house in Winona.
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Grandma Mary taught us so many songs while we were growing up. Every time we'd visit we'd wash the dishes after dinner and she'd teach us songs to sing while we worked.
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Oh did Mom love to sing! We sang in the car, we sang in the garden, we sang doing chores, we sang doing dishes! Especially the Medical Mission Sisters songs! After a big meal with company and so many dishes to clean... it didn't matter, I looked forward to it because we would sing! What a joy in my life that I have singing as a passion. Thanks, Mom!
Mom liked to put quotes on the wall on a bulletin board in the hall. She would change them out every week or so. But one quote stayed on the wall and was always there.

I think about this quote A LOT.

“The best thing for being sad," replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn.”
― T.H. White, The Once and Future King
Having Mom as my Mom, I sure spent a lot of time planting trees. She loved to garden probably more than anything. Her favorites were miniature evergreens. But she loved vegetable gardening and flowers and bushes and house plants and anything else too! I remember many walks around gardens with her and Uncle Fran. Commenting on how things were growing. We started a tradition one year of planting a tree for Mom on Memorial Day each year. It grew into a tradition of all 3 of us spending the day working on things for her (not just in the garden). She would memorize the latin names of plants and remember them all. She said there is no other way to be sure what you are talking about as the popular names differ. She taught me how to plant a tree correctly. I share some of her love of gardening and trees, I have planted many of my own. Thanks, Mom, it is a great joy I would not otherwise have. One favorite memory I have is a time we went to a little nursery I think in Virginia, and there was this little old man there who was very very knowledgeable and they started talking and it was a very long visit. At the end she said something about how happy he was and it was because to him, "wealth was measured in plants."
Mom loved to play games. We played so many games as a family. Card games, board games, word games. She loved to play bridge and of course sheepshead. But I think word games were her favorite. This instilled a love of games for us and a good vocabulary as well. There was one word game for just 2 people that had you guessing each other's word. I thought it was called My Word but can't find it, probably because there is a commercial card game called that. It was quick and simple. When there was a lull in activity she would call out who wants to play? I do.
Mary always made ginormous Easter baskets for everyone in the family, no matter how old you were. Jacob always looked behind the yellow sofa first. One year we tied Mary's basket on a string and suspended it in the laundry chute. She laughed about it for years after. Thor still appreciates getting an Easter basket, though they will never be as good as the ones his mom created.
A wonderful Aunt! I remember her helping me to garden at the farm such that she would keep a set of gardening clothes at the farm- I always loved her help and learned a bit more about gardening/plants for her. She did bring me some European ginger that I was very fond of when I visited her in Ohio - I still have it near the windmill at the farm and it makes me think of her each time I see it flourishing! Thank you Aunt Mary. I also remember - a shared her love of dance. She mastered the ballroom dance! I also remember her vying for the "one who could eat the most cobs of sweet corn at one sitting" - I think she won with some 14 cobs if my memory serves me right!
You are missed dear Aunt Mary!! love, Betsy
I remember one year I went to Ohio to visit Aunt Mary and Aunt Millie. Mike, David, and John were also there. Apparently on memorial weekend she had all her boys come home and help clean up the yard and anything else that needed doing around the house. It was a very busy weekend but also fun to visit with my cousins and the Aunts.
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We had a good Mom.
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