|The house where my mother grew up on Depot Street in Manti.|
|Dixie Reid, about age 20|
Manti was a small, dirt road town when my mother was growing up. She often said that she was just a nobody from the back water town of Manti, Utah. But she ended up living in Washington DC where senators, congressmen, high level government people, including the Secretary of Agriculture were counted among her circle of associates. For being a back water girl, she knew how to entertain at her own dinner parties and hob nob with the big wigs.
My mother was a fastidious homemaker. Saturday mornings were always spent cleaning the house. Since she kept things very clean during the week, the kids were given the deep cleaning chores like the bathroom and dusting the dreaded shadowboxes. She knew how to bake and made wonderful pies, cakes, bread and rolls. But her day to day family cooking was rather bland. She was an excellent seamstress who made all of her girls' dresses, our play clothes, shirts, suits, baby clothes and doll clothes.
My mother from cancer in May of 1983. She was only 70 years old. I know that there were unfulfilled dreams in her life...one of them being able to travel. My Dad couldn't see the need to travel and see other places. During her last days, she told me that she was rather angry that she was going to die before my father. Since she was nine years younger than my Dad, she thought that she'd outlive him and be able to spend time traveling with her sisters.
Happy Birthday, Mother.