Ode to Joy for Mother's Day
There are several things worth knowing about my mother. Joy Snyderman is 96. She lives independently with me on the ranch. She is a voracious reader and right now she is reading the dictionary. That is correct. She is reading the dictionary.
My mom is a child of the Depression and she has a habit of holding onto things. Books are no exception. You can find them on the table, under her seat, stacked in her bedroom. Looking for a tome on hybridizing iris, something from Willa Cather or the latest by John Grisham? I’m sure she can find it for you.
She is a remarkably resilient and inquisitive woman. She has always said that the best thing she could do for her children was to take good care of herself. She has done just that. She relishes the company of young people, the dogs and horses, and good food. She loves life and life has loved her back.
So Happy Mother’s Day Joy! I was at the front of the line when moms were passed out.