I was looking at mom's photo yesterday and wondering what she would like me to share with you all. A few things ran across my mind and these are the memories I would like to share with you. I would like to start out by bringing back memories of our farmhouse on Forgehill Rd., Street I remember mom taking us for walks in the field and teaching us what June bugs were and that they would not hurt you, about the honeysuckle bush and those beautiful white blossoms with the nectar inside. Sometimes we would spend all day in the field talking, laughing while finding every honeysuckle and wild raspberry we could and eat them up before bothering to wash them. We would have picnics under some old shade tree. We would get up early in the morning before it got too hot and would pick cherries, peaches, apples and strawberries so mom could make pies and cobblers. We also had a vegetable garden that my sis, Nina and I would pick tomatoes, green beans, and cucumbers for mom to can and she loved to can. We have a couple members of our family that still does this... I know Emily does. Canning is an art, easy for some like mom. She canned the most delicious cucumber using her own special recipe for the pickling spice. Our mother's geese, Tower Rd., Churchville. Our dad had opened up a water hole in the middle of the pasture and then bought some baby wild geese, which mom claimed right away. She would feed them every day and had them trained so that when they saw her they would come flying over to her. They thought she was their mother... Then fall came, nature took over and they flew south. Mom still went outside and called them but they never came. She cried and cried over her geese but she realize nature took them away and she eventually got over it. Springtime came... mom went outside one morning and the geese spotted her from above and came swooning down landing at her feet. Mom was screaming with joy, they had come home to her, at least for now. This would happen year after year ...every spring they would return and every fall they would fly south until we moved. These are my memories. Mom was 87 years old when she passed. She came from a family of 12 children. Mom worked for over 33 years at Citizens Care Center as a nurse and that is where she passed away peacefully. Katherine Emily Goad was a beautiful woman with gorgeous dark hair which turned a beautiful silver in her latter years. She had a beautiful clear complexion and the most radiant smile with dimples which she handed down to her own children. With each visit that I had with mom during the past year she always proved just how amazing she was. She was one of the wisest people I have ever known and she always seem to know just what I was thinking before I ever said it. Mom loved her grandchildren more than anything and said many times how they brought her so much joy. I will miss your delicious cooking, especially your gravy, biscuits, sausage, bacon, cheese and eggs on Sunday morning with those mouth watering vine ripened tomatoes fresh from your own garden. You taught me how to perfect it and I handed it down to my own son, Mark who also made it for his own family every Sunday morning. I will miss you telling me how much you love me and appreciate me. My memories of you mom are forever and so is my love. Rest in peace and I will see you again someday Your daughter, Deborah (Deb)