We had told Mother that we likely could not get to Goshen before her bedtime, but traffic moved well, Delilah (our GPS) worked well, we skipped supper (well, some apples and nuts), and we arrived in time to see some of the second game.
We looked through the blinds, to see if Mother might still be playing. This is a study in concentration.
I managed a photo at the doorway.
Though we could never offer Mabelesque levels of competition to Mother, she did not hesitate to accept our offer of a game of Scrabble Sunday evening, Valentine's Day. We were of course reminded of the special day by a dinner in Evergreen which offered an excellent menu. And each time we knocked on Mother's door, we were greeted with Charlotte's special Valentine's Day card.
We played in the very peaceful card room. Almost nobody was around, so it was like being in our own private home.
My tiles were always easy to play: "That's 'Dinvr', as in Dinvr, Colorado."
Guess who's winning.
3 comments:
What a lovely post! Mom looks happy doing one of the things she does so well. I'm so glad you photographed Mable as I haven't had the pleasure of meeting her yet but hope to one day soon.
With that kind of concentration I can understand how Mom feels the days just 'fly by'.
I popped over here from Evan's because I saw the blog name... I am the oldest of 6 sisters (no brothers) and now I see your mom playing scrabble. I can remember my parents playing scrabble when I was little as they did not go out often (too many of us)... I know that either of my parents could still beat the pants off of any of us (including our husbands and children)! Maybe the great- grandchildren will give them a run for their money - hah!
Sorry for interrupting but I have a deep love for family and see that in yours as well.
Bises,
Genie
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