She used her own imagination and she didn't like intrusion when she was doing her work because she didn't want her train of thought to be disturbed. She used to do her work in her bedroom in order not to be distracted. She didn't say, 'I am going to be making it this way,' she used her own imagination.
The memories I have about my mother's struggles are very vivid in my mind and I sometimes wish that she was still alive so that i might have the opportunity to return the help she gave to us, since she helped us a great deal. At the time, too, it was a very cold climate with meager means of fueling the lamps to make the place warm. That is my emotional tie with my mother.
She kept on giving of herself right up to her death. I find a special joy about that.
At the time i started to travel to the South, I find joy in knowing that she was treated well and that her hard-earned efforts were rewarded. I was so happy in knowing that she was allowed to do something that she enjoyed.
The memories I have about my mother's struggles are very vivid in my mind and I sometimes wish that she was still alive so that i might have the opportunity to return the help she gave to us, since she helped us a great deal. At the time, too, it was a very cold climate with meager means of fueling the lamps to make the place warm. That is my emotional tie with my mother.
She kept on giving of herself right up to her death. I find a special joy about that.
At the time i started to travel to the South, I find joy in knowing that she was treated well and that her hard-earned efforts were rewarded. I was so happy in knowing that she was allowed to do something that she enjoyed.