Sandra Anne (Defoe) Holstein
She passed away 8 years ago, October 27 , 1996.
My Mother, Myself
In my Mother's home in the town of Red Lake, MInnesota. We live in the part of Red Lake considered "town". Our home is located directly across from the hospital and one block north of the fire department. What used to be all cornfield and dirt roads in the ealry 70's until the mid 80's is now one of the busiest streets on the reservation. Slowly families began to move into the area we lived.
Before then we had about three close neighbors. Later blocks began to form around our home and concrete streets were laid.
A hospital was built across from our home. More traffic began to circulate around our little community and before you know, cars are buzzing all around all hours of the night. In the early morning hours, you can already hear the cars as people make their way to work. A light breeze blows across my face and wisps through my hair. Birds are beginning to chirp and the squirrels are looking for their breakfast. I love this time of morning the earth is just waking and you can feel the peace in the air and smell the new day. You thank the Creator for allowing you to see another day.
Days such as this one brings me to remember other days when I was a young girl and everyday started refreshing and exciting. Days filled with endless possibilities and the dreams that occupy each child's mind.
Memories of a young girl running barefoot through the fields, playing hide and seek with her friends. Mother calls her into supper and the play is halted. The young daughter gathers her shoes and playthings and began her walk home, promising to return after supper. Walking towards home the young girl can smell food. Mother cooks in the kitchen and smiles as her daughter walks in the door, looking tired and hungry from her long day of play.
Those days are now gone and only to be remembered. My Mother passed away in October, 1996. The child, once a young girl now an adult woman with her own family, cooks for her young daughter and calls her in to wash her hands and eat supper. The young daughter looks at her frineds and the play is halted. The young girl gathers her shoes and playthings and began her walk home, promising to return after supper. My Daughter walks towards home and as she walks in the door looking tired and hungry from her long day of play, I stop cooking and smile. I see my Mother and I see Myself and I am proud there is not much difference in the two.
Mom, I see myself as an extension of you, and for this I am proud.
Still missing you....
My Love Always, Angela Rae Defoe-Johnson |
