I posted this on Mother's Day...a picture
of my mom, Kathryn Pearl Isenberg Sewell
taken when she was a young woman
The first anniversary of my mother's passing was 2 weeks ago. That day (September 12), I posted pictures of my hometown that reminded me of my mother. This morning I received some pictures that Laura Plank, our graphics artist scanned for me. I thought I'd share some here.
This is a casual portrait a family friend took of
my mother. She always had that big, welcoming smile.
Yep, that's little Donnie with my mom and
dad (Curtis) when I was 4 or 5. Wish it were
a better picture so you could see how freakin' cute
I was back then. (Just kidding!)
Ah, the back steps at 1904 W. Sunny St. in
Kissimmee, FL. I wish I had a nickel for every
time Mother stood at that door and called me in
for supper. Just like the hokey old gospel song,
"Come home, come home it's supper time...the
shadows lengthen fast."
I heard her sing that song many, many times.
Mother holding Jennifer; Kristi is holding
a bottle or something for Jen. Very similar to
Haley and Lexi, I think!
These two pictures were scanned together. The top
one is of K & J having fun with Grandma.
The lower picture is of Mom and Dad "doing communion."
She prepared communion for over 25 years for our
church in Kissimmee. Only took off 3 or 4 times a year.
Most of that time she washed the glass communion cups
by hand. It was a labor of love for her. (Plus, she
directed the church choir!)
We had silhouettes made of the girls one summer and
presented them to our mothers for Christmas.
Mother loved these. After her death,
I brought the silhouettes home. They're now
displayed in our guest room.
When we were at Johnson Bible College, we
often went to "Silver Dollar City" (now "Dollywood")
in Pigeon Forge, TN, at the foot of the
Smoky Mountains. Mom and Dad loved going there.
Before Brian and Jennifer were married, Mom came
out for a visit.
This was taken during Mom's last trip to CA
Mom loved riding her 3-wheeler around the
neighborhood. She did this until just a couple
years prior to her death.
Love this picture, even if it is fuzzy and blurry.
Mom loved the simple things. Picking wildflowers
was more meaningful than receiving a $100 bouquet
from the florist. She loved life at the grass roots
and never minded getting her hands dirty. She was
a remarkable woman.