I remember my mother placing my new baby brother in my arms as I sat in my little rocking chair and allowing me to feed him from his bottle.
As we drove to California I remember her calling out, "Westward Ho! That's us, kids."
Of course I remember the morning she told us our father had died of polio the night before.
And I remember her beautiful singing as she cooked dinner.
Those are only a few of the many memories I have of my mother. What do you remember about yours?