One Saturday before Mother's Day, I wanted to buy a red carnation for myself, and a white one for my Mother, whose mother was in Heaven. I waited in line and to my horror, when it came time to pay the cashier, I found I had only .08 instead of the dime it would cost for the two. I was distraught, but a kind lady in line behind me, graciously insisted I take the two cents.

This was at the time when bread was a nickel a loaf, and young as I was I realized the kind lady's gift. When I demurred, she told me it would give her great joy to share in my celebration of Mother's Day.

I have never forgotten her - although it is now more tha a half-century ago. And until the day she died, I tried to give my mother flowers while she could still smell them, as she loved them, and passed on her love of them to me.

Thanks for listening..........Lorraine

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