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As I re-read my prior post it was quite apparent that it was awful. I have edited in a little, but it still leaves something to be desired. It comes off a little distant and I want to correct that. My mother was the glue that held our family together. She was raised in the depression on a small farm by parents who were immigrants when they were young. Her father fought in World War I for his new country. There were 10 children my mother being the third oldest, when my mother was 18 her mother died, so she had to help raise her younger brothers and sisters.

She started working at any early age to support the family. She learned to be tough and work through tough times. When we were growing up, if one of us started to cry over something, she would tell us to toughen up, she was raising boys not sissies.

I do miss her and my brain is in a fog right now, so please excuse a poorly written response, it will probably be a little while before my brain clears up.

Thanks.

Jim