My mom was a great mom, a great person. She passed away two and a half years ago.
One of the fondest memories I have is from my 11th birthday. The night of my 11th birthday a freight train wrecked just east of our house. The Chicago Great Western RR tracks split our farm in two, so we were very familiar with the railroad and people who worked it. The railroad quickly contacted local bulldozer owners and had them there very quickly and the "cleanup crew" showed up that evening. One of the upper management of the railroad came up to the house and told mom and dad that the men were here, but the support train would be a day late. Support meaning food prep/serving facilities. He asked mom if she could feed the 50 man crew tomorrow( Sunday) morning and noon meals. Mom and our neighbor to the north, Dorothy decided they weren't going to let these guys go hungry. With just the help of my sister and Dorothy's daughter, They put together a breakfast of eggs, sausage ,toast and coffee for the crew. Then they started frying chicken and cooking potatoes for the noon meal. I remember the workers just being astounded that they were fed as well as they were. All were grateful and thanked my mom. I can't remember exactly how much per meal my mom charged the railroad, but I know she made some money for our family. The neat thing about this is that after the management guy wrote mom a check , he gave her and Dorothy each a $100 bill. I pretty sure that's first $100 bill I ever saw.
My mom was like that all her life. Caring, loving , always giving more than she expected in return.
The pic below was taken by the DesMoines Register and Tribune's photographer from a plane at about 10 o'clock the first morning. I'll try to post more details of this event later.
One of the fondest memories I have is from my 11th birthday. The night of my 11th birthday a freight train wrecked just east of our house. The Chicago Great Western RR tracks split our farm in two, so we were very familiar with the railroad and people who worked it. The railroad quickly contacted local bulldozer owners and had them there very quickly and the "cleanup crew" showed up that evening. One of the upper management of the railroad came up to the house and told mom and dad that the men were here, but the support train would be a day late. Support meaning food prep/serving facilities. He asked mom if she could feed the 50 man crew tomorrow( Sunday) morning and noon meals. Mom and our neighbor to the north, Dorothy decided they weren't going to let these guys go hungry. With just the help of my sister and Dorothy's daughter, They put together a breakfast of eggs, sausage ,toast and coffee for the crew. Then they started frying chicken and cooking potatoes for the noon meal. I remember the workers just being astounded that they were fed as well as they were. All were grateful and thanked my mom. I can't remember exactly how much per meal my mom charged the railroad, but I know she made some money for our family. The neat thing about this is that after the management guy wrote mom a check , he gave her and Dorothy each a $100 bill. I pretty sure that's first $100 bill I ever saw.
My mom was like that all her life. Caring, loving , always giving more than she expected in return.
The pic below was taken by the DesMoines Register and Tribune's photographer from a plane at about 10 o'clock the first morning. I'll try to post more details of this event later.
