Last Sunday was Mother’s Day. For the first time in my life, I did not get to celebrate the day visiting with my mom. It seemed a little different, like when you know something is supposed to happen, but it doesn’t. Mom passed into the arms of Jesus just a couple of months ago, at the age of 94.
Mom was a fixture on this farm for many, many years. She greeted the customers with a smile, and was always ready to help them choose the right fruits for canning, freezing, baking, or just to eat fresh. Mom had a wealth of knowledge when it came to such things, learned over the course of her life here. And she would willingly share that knowledge with whoever came in for fruit. “Spys for pies”, “Red Havens for canning or freezing”, and “You don’t want to can Bosc Pears, you need Bartletts for that!” She wasn’t afraid to give advice!
Mom didn’t grow up on a farm. Quite the opposite in fact, she was a “city kid” and grew up in the middle of Grand Rapids. But when she and my dad got married, that all changed. I can remember her saying: “I didn’t know anything about farming when I moved out here!” But she learned, working side by side with my dad, and raising 5 kids during their life together here. It goes without saying she worked hard in our home too. She was always sewing, baking, canning or freezing something it seemed. Needless to say, going into winter our shelves were always stocked with jars of cherries, peaches, pears, plums, pickles and sometimes things I couldn’t identify! I still don’t know what you use corn relish for!
When Dad passed, much too early it seemed, Mom continued to work along side of me as I took over the farm. And when I married and Bonnie began to work here with me, Mom was quick to teach her about the ins and outs of the fruit business. You see, Bonnie didn’t grow up on a farm either, and I think Mom had a special empathy for that.
Mom was a wonderful Grandma too! In her later years, when she wasn’t working here much anymore, my kids loved to go for tea to Grandma’s house down the street. And she loved to spent time with them just as much! They still cherish those times together.
Mom was a Christian. No doubt about it. She and Dad taught us to depend on God for everything. Living on a farm seems to emphasize that even more. Mom prayed a lot, and taught me to do the same. She passed that along to her grandchildren too. So while Mother’s Day is different this year, and will be from now on, Mom’s legacy lives on. And perhaps that is what I will celebrate on Mother’s day from now on. In Memory of Donna Mae Moelker. 1924-2019
Have a fruitful week!