In preparation for the funeral service, the priest asked my sisters and me to reflect on the memories we have of our childhood. I always knew my mom met my dad when she was a cashier at Mehornay Furniture in Kansas City. My paternal grandmother wouldn’t let them get married until my mom turned 18, so they were married on Nov 10 at St Aloysuis Church, just a little over one month after her birthday.
When I was 12, my mom and dad opened a drapery shop. They weren’t very good business people, spending more time at the shop than at home and not charging enough to meet expenses; but for two years, they made the best drapes in town. My sisters and I liked going to work with them, because their workroom was located right next door to a doughnut shop.
My mom loved to travel with my dad to his summer railway mail conventions. In 1965, they were in Miami Beach when hurricane Cleo hit. They spent the night in the hotel bathroom, and the next day discovered their car completely underwater. I can still remember the smell of salt and rotten seaweed when they drove the car home. They were able to trade that car in for a brand new station wagon, complete with skylight windows in the roof above the back seat. As a kid, I thought that was the coolest car.
We had a cabin at the Lake of the Ozarks my mom inherited when her father died. We used to go there on weekends during the summers bringing lots of friends from high school and college. The cabin only had two beds - one for my uncle and one for my mom and dad. The rest of us slept in sleeping bags on the floor, but my mom always had a strict rule - girls to the left of the kitchen table and boys to the right.