Today my mom would have turned 100 years old. She died at the age of 74, just two years older than I am now.
They lived on a farm a couple of hours south of St. Louis after my dad retired in the early 70s until he died in 1990. She sold the farm and moved to Farmington MO where she lived for five more years.
Some of her hobbies were quilting, sewing, watching TV, and cooking.
She loved reading her horoscope and fortune-telling magazines. I chuckle when I remember that I had to contact the magazines that kept trying to get her to renew her subscriptions months after she died. I had to tell them that she had passed. I kind of thought they should have known that news.