The photos in the masthead are (left to right): Rachel Ophelia Black at the age of 8 months, Rachel as an infant with her father (Harry Jay Black) and her mother (Gertrude May Black nee Chamberlain), Rachel on her pony, Lady (c. 1927), Rachel in her 1932 Model A Ford coupe, Rachel at college (about 1927), Rachel as a bride with her groom, Harold Arthur Misegades (Daddy), in 1935.
Your arms were always open when I needed a hug.
Your heart understood when I needed a friend.
Your gentle eyes were stern when I needed a lesson.
Your strength and love has guided me and gave me wings to fly.
[Sarah Malin]
This photo of my mama (Rachel Misegades, 1906–2001) was taken sometime in the 1950s.
Mama was a hand weaver, knitter, crocheter, leather tooler, book binder, teacher…. I thought she could do almost anything. The thing she did best was problem solve. She did what seemed the most sensible to her even when she didn’t like the choice. Then she adapted her attitude to what she’d decided to do. I remember when she decided to quit driving and she sold her car. Later, she rented a place at a senior-living center, sorted her belongings, sold her house and moved. I ask her how she made all of those hard choices and kept a positive attitude. She replied that she asked herself what her mother would do. Isn’t that ironic. That is exactly what I do.
In her later years, Mama recorded her childhood memories on six audio tapes. A friend of mine, Janet Newell of Trilobite Media, recently transcribed the stories and digitized the audio files for me. I’m sharing mama’s stories on this weblog in Mama’s words.
Best Regards,
Katherine
Katherine,
Thank you for sharing your mom’s stories. I listened to them with my husband, Ron, and Kim. We all enjoyed them so much. Ron grew up on a dairy farm and many of the stories brought back memories of his own life on the farm. Are there any more tapes that you will be adding? This was a wonderful way to give tribute to your mom. Thanks again.
Betts
This is a rather unique way of sharing memories! Wonderful stories and beautiful photos.
Okay, I’m behind times, I didn’t even know this was here. Love the pictures, cousin, especially the colored one since that’s the way I remember her when all of you came to visit. Loved her and Uncle Harold (love you too.