Juanita Lange born: April 6, 1935 Los Angeles, CA died: Feb. 19, 1997 Waco, TX 
It's surprising how often I think of you, turn to speak to you, and realize you're not there as I expect you to be. I guess I hold you so close in thought that it's hard to understand sometimes that you aren't close in person. But I wanted to let you know I'm thinking of you and wishing we could talk and just be together for awhile... you're really missed!
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I found this in with my mom's affects: The most fatal illusion is the settled point of view. Since life is growth and motion, a fixed point of view kills anybody who has one. By the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction, the die is cast and the moment has long passed which determines the future.>  What can I say about my mom? I suppose I could mention the basics. Her favorite color was gold. She was a bit of a"shopoholic and had weak will power when it came to purses. That was one of her worst vices... buying purses. Her WORST vice was smoking. She was a heavy smoker. (So was I in fact)
Her and my dad loved southwest and have quite a collection of southwest items.  She was good at making silk flower arrangements. She didn't believe she actually had a talent for it until just before her death. She had just finished an arrangement of pansies the day of her death.
Her and my dad always had green thumbs, with some of the largest potted plants... Dad still does.
She enjoyed soap operas. Everyday it was: Young & The Restless, Days of our Lives, One Life to Live, then General Hospital.
When I very young, 3 years old in fact, she used to sit on the sofa while at I sat at her knee, and drew faces. Faces in profile. She never thought she had any talent for that sort of thing either. But I was inspired!
During my entire childhood ours was the house where the neighbors gathered. Mom would do her housework first thing in the morning, then would grab her cup of coffee and cigarettes, and head for the front porch. That's when the neighbors would start showing up.
She had this wonderful laugh that everyone seems to remember. That is the one thing people always mention... her laugh.
When I was a teenager we would get the housework done with every stereo in the house set on MY favorite station. She had a real ability for communicating with younger people.
During her last years she was almost blind because of cataracts. I would go over every day to take her to the store or wherever she wanted to go. She would always grab my elbow when there were shadows on the ground. She wasn't able to see what was under the shadows. And she would laugh about it. The cataracts were her only known health problem. She was too young (61) for medicare, and couldn't afford health insurance. So we didn't know she had a bad heart. I miss you mom!
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