Mildred Louise Hudson was a real lady of class. She was loving and caring and most especially for her children and grandchildren. She was instrumental in adopting a 5 year old abused girl, Mary, who came with enough baggage to fill an entire house. And I don't mean baggage in the traditional way. I mean manic/depressive personality probably brought on by an abusive mother. Mary didn't show these tendencies until she was about 20. And then, it was one heart break after another landing in Mildred's lap.
Mildred was my mother in law and I called her 'Mom'. That was what she wanted me to call her, in fact, she told me one Christmas that I had never called her anything and she wanted me to call her 'Mom'. I was absolutely overwhelmed. I knew she accepted me, that was just the kind of person she was. But, as she told John, I seemed different to her. Well, I suppose I was. But, then, her own son told her we were getting married by leaving a note on her door (she wasn't at home) telling her where and when and she was invited. Of course, she wanted to invite all of her friends and I think she never forgave either one of us that there were a grand total of 11 people at our wedding, including the preacher and the bride and groom! Still, she welcomed me and my two children by a previous marriage into her home and her heart. From that day forward, we were no different to her than her own grandchildren and their children.
Mildred was, of all things, an amateur sleuth of the genealogical variety. She spent hours and hours every week pouring over ledgers and papers of who knows what in the local library. When we got her that computer she said she wanted, we were convinced that her library days were over. She could do it all on line. But, she never touched that computer. It became Pop's alone to experiment with. She continued to make her weekly treks to the library.
She told us that she was part Cherokee, as her grandmother had been Cherokee. However, I have not found any Native American connection through Ancestry.com. And, her son, my husband, has no Native American DNA. She even had a photograph of the Native American grandmother. Now, of course, I cannot find it.
She was truly a lady. To my knowledge, she had no prejudices and other than the girl who gave her not yet husband a Valentine in the 5th grade!! You will have to read Pop's bio to get that story.
I loved my mother in law so much. She was everything to my children my own mother would have been had my mother lived.
Mildred was my mother in law and I called her 'Mom'. That was what she wanted me to call her, in fact, she told me one Christmas that I had never called her anything and she wanted me to call her 'Mom'. I was absolutely overwhelmed. I knew she accepted me, that was just the kind of person she was. But, as she told John, I seemed different to her. Well, I suppose I was. But, then, her own son told her we were getting married by leaving a note on her door (she wasn't at home) telling her where and when and she was invited. Of course, she wanted to invite all of her friends and I think she never forgave either one of us that there were a grand total of 11 people at our wedding, including the preacher and the bride and groom! Still, she welcomed me and my two children by a previous marriage into her home and her heart. From that day forward, we were no different to her than her own grandchildren and their children.
Mildred was, of all things, an amateur sleuth of the genealogical variety. She spent hours and hours every week pouring over ledgers and papers of who knows what in the local library. When we got her that computer she said she wanted, we were convinced that her library days were over. She could do it all on line. But, she never touched that computer. It became Pop's alone to experiment with. She continued to make her weekly treks to the library.
She told us that she was part Cherokee, as her grandmother had been Cherokee. However, I have not found any Native American connection through Ancestry.com. And, her son, my husband, has no Native American DNA. She even had a photograph of the Native American grandmother. Now, of course, I cannot find it.
She was truly a lady. To my knowledge, she had no prejudices and other than the girl who gave her not yet husband a Valentine in the 5th grade!! You will have to read Pop's bio to get that story.
I loved my mother in law so much. She was everything to my children my own mother would have been had my mother lived.
Mildred Louise Hudson was a real lady of class. She was loving and caring and most especially for her children and grandchildren. She was instrumental in adopting a 5 year old abused girl, Mary, who came with enough baggage to fill an entire house. And I don't mean baggage in the traditional way. I mean manic/depressive personality probably brought on by an abusive mother. Mary didn't show these tendencies until she was about 20. And then, it was one heart break after another landing in Mildred's lap.
Mildred was my mother in law and I called her 'Mom'. That was what she wanted me to call her, in fact, she told me one Christmas that I had never called her anything and she wanted me to call her 'Mom'. I was absolutely overwhelmed. I knew she accepted me, that was just the kind of person she was. But, as she told John, I seemed different to her. Well, I suppose I was. But, then, her own son told her we were getting married by leaving a note on her door (she wasn't at home) telling her where and when and she was invited. Of course, she wanted to invite all of her friends and I think she never forgave either one of us that there were a grand total of 11 people at our wedding, including the preacher and the bride and groom! Still, she welcomed me and my two children by a previous marriage into her home and her heart. From that day forward, we were no different to her than her own grandchildren and their children.
Mildred was, of all things, an amateur sleuth of the genealogical variety. She spent hours and hours every week pouring over ledgers and papers of who knows what in the local library. When we got her that computer she said she wanted, we were convinced that her library days were over. She could do it all on line. But, she never touched that computer. It became Pop's alone to experiment with. She continued to make her weekly treks to the library.
She told us that she was part Cherokee, as her grandmother had been Cherokee. However, I have not found any Native American connection through Ancestry.com. And, her son, my husband, has no Native American DNA. She even had a photograph of the Native American grandmother. Now, of course, I cannot find it.
She was truly a lady. To my knowledge, she had no prejudices and other than the girl who gave her not yet husband a Valentine in the 5th grade!! You will have to read Pop's bio to get that story.
I loved my mother in law so much. She was everything to my children my own mother would have been had my mother lived.
Mildred was my mother in law and I called her 'Mom'. That was what she wanted me to call her, in fact, she told me one Christmas that I had never called her anything and she wanted me to call her 'Mom'. I was absolutely overwhelmed. I knew she accepted me, that was just the kind of person she was. But, as she told John, I seemed different to her. Well, I suppose I was. But, then, her own son told her we were getting married by leaving a note on her door (she wasn't at home) telling her where and when and she was invited. Of course, she wanted to invite all of her friends and I think she never forgave either one of us that there were a grand total of 11 people at our wedding, including the preacher and the bride and groom! Still, she welcomed me and my two children by a previous marriage into her home and her heart. From that day forward, we were no different to her than her own grandchildren and their children.
Mildred was, of all things, an amateur sleuth of the genealogical variety. She spent hours and hours every week pouring over ledgers and papers of who knows what in the local library. When we got her that computer she said she wanted, we were convinced that her library days were over. She could do it all on line. But, she never touched that computer. It became Pop's alone to experiment with. She continued to make her weekly treks to the library.
She told us that she was part Cherokee, as her grandmother had been Cherokee. However, I have not found any Native American connection through Ancestry.com. And, her son, my husband, has no Native American DNA. She even had a photograph of the Native American grandmother. Now, of course, I cannot find it.
She was truly a lady. To my knowledge, she had no prejudices and other than the girl who gave her not yet husband a Valentine in the 5th grade!! You will have to read Pop's bio to get that story.
I loved my mother in law so much. She was everything to my children my own mother would have been had my mother lived.
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