My husband and I recently watched a two-part series on PBS about the Great Plains, how they have been abused and some of the folks who are trying to reclaim their wildness.
Over and over again, the folks who are trying to conserve this amazing area talked about how they wanted it to be there for their grandchildren.
It’s four years ago today since my Mom died. That’s her high school graduation picture at the top of this post. My favorite.
I’m the oldest of eight children. We were and probably still are the center of Mom’s universe. That’s us replicating a photo we took for our Mom and Dad’s 25th wedding anniversary on the day of her memorial celebration. (Please note that the third person from the left is my niece Natasha filling in for her Dad, our brother Jim, who was not there that day.)
My Mom faced many challenges in her life but she always made us her priority. She could be the fiercest hen in the barnyard when it came to keeping her chicks together and safe.
She sacrificed herself in ways that I probably still don’t understand.
In the last months before she died, she asked me to make her a smallish quilt because the bed-sized ones I’d previously made were too heavy for her to handle. Parkinson’s disease had left her fragile.
I made her a log cabin quilt, her favorite pattern, and it became the first quilt made for what became the Parkinson’s Comfort Project, though I didn’t know it at the time.
Her request became the inspiration for an effort to bring the comfort and compassion of handmade quilts to others with Parkinson’s disease. The effort started in her memory grows all the time.
There are lots of ways to reach into the future. The conservation folks in the Great Plains know that. So did my Mom, Marcia Luey Hakala.