And that day, Mother was speachless!

It is common knowledge that my mother could talk your head off. She knew every trick in the book to be heard. She knew how to talk and listen at the same time. Some weakness in her method revealed that she occassionally missed a few things and would repeat what she said in an effort to make sure she was heard. One day, she had nothing to say. It was my 25th birthday. I do not know what prompted this note, but it was worth keeping in her scrapbook.