The Family "Pump" Organ

When we moved mom's things into storage this past weekend. The family organ was moved into it's new residence as well, my house. I cleaned it up and got the family tradition started again. I placed family pictures on the organ. One of the sweet memories is that when I was growing up, there would always be my sister, brother and my school pictures on the organ along with various other family pictures. Then come Christmas, stockings would get hung from the knobs on the place where the candles are. It's good to have the organ out again.

The organ has spent too many years in storage and unseen. It is good to have it out again to be able to enjoy, if only to look at it. I tested the organ and it works, all but one key, which has had issues with not working well all my life. I don't think the stoppers are working as they should, but it still makes beautiful sound... at least to my ears. I think the sound is sweetened by all the memories.

Take the stool for instance, there is a cross piece that isn't original, but it was carved by my grandpa as a replacement. I think about the foot pedals, look at how worn they are from hours of playing and pumping. How it must have been enjoyed so much more than I could ever know.

It doesn't really seem to be getting much easier. Not really. Yesterday we moved all of mom's things into storage. It was something I had to do mostly without thinking. Now there is just the sorting through of all the items and deciding what to do with them.

Today's been a day that I've missed her so greatly. She was my greatest encourager of my dreams, my biggest cheerleader and comforter, here on earth. Today I've wished her here for such reasons as these. I will have to do the only thing I can do, press into God.

In loving memory of Mom

Mom

March 17, 1947 - May 4, 2006

I love you!

Cindy Kay


Something I wrote:

Mom

A daughters view of her mother, as a little child she knows everything; she is the center of the universe, as a teen, well mom knows absolutely nothing. It’s only in the years as an adult that a daughter realizes the wisdom of her mother.

It took me many years to know and appreciate the wisdom of my mom.

I’ve been thinking, “What had mom taught me over the years?”

She taught me my colors:
Yellow, yellow, kiss your fellow
Blue, blue, I love you
White, white, pretty and bright

She taught me pants go on one leg at a time.

Mom taught me to serve others, by showing me.

Mom taught me to love music, even country music; although I of course rebelled against it in my teen years… she gave me a great appreciation for most all kinds of music.

She taught me how strong her shoulders were when I needed them for tears.

She taught me that living now is what is important and worry, should be banned from the dictionary… in other words ‘quit worrying’.

Mom taught me that good friends just may take your picture during incriminating moments, like when you put a doily on your head.

She taught me that love lives in the heart, irregardless of bodily location or distance apart.

She taught me that family isn’t about the blood that is shared, but about hearts that connect.

Mom taught me that deep love can bring deep sorrow.

Mom taught me her love.

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The picture was taken Wednesday May 3rd and it is little "Moaner" in her arms. Only God could have orchestrated me taking my digital camera on a night when I don't normally go and visit mom, when I normally forget my camera when I do visit... only God.

It's been too long, life has a way of going on and keeping busy. Oh, well, that's life. I thought I would try and post more often, more things and keep up, but it hasn't happened. So I pick up and go on from here. Today is a new day... well a new evening anyhow.