Lois Robison Council |
This past week two of my Robison cousins, my
mother’s family, came for a visit. We had a great time talking about our
families and especially my mother, Lois Robison Council. Rob Robison said she gave the
best hugs in the world and even though he didn’t get to see her often, she
always gave him a big hug and seemed to really care about him. She did care for
him and kept up with him all her life.
Rob is the grandson of her oldest brother, Avon
Robison. Mother was next to the youngest so there were many years between them,
but they loved each other.
Mother was raised in a home filled with love and she
loved most people she knew. She was a forgiving soul, too. Unlike many others I
have known, she never criticized her family.
Her brothers and sisters were good people and some of their spouses were
not so good to them she said, but she was not rude to anyone so she accepted
them as well.
My Mother, Lois Robison Council, who was always beautiful inside and out |
We knew most of our cousins as we grew up and I met Rob,
who is a second cousin, when he was a
kid a few years younger than I, but not when he was an adult, that I remember.
But now we are like old friends who enjoy seeing each other and talking about
our Robison family history. He lives in Arkansas now but grew up in a military family living all over.
My g-grandfather, was John Monroe Robison, and he had many children. His son, William Henry Robison was my grandfather. Rob’s father was named Henry Robison. Henry was killed in a plane crash during WWII. He was only 23 years old. He left behind his wife pregnant with Rob.
My g-grandfather, was John Monroe Robison, and he had many children. His son, William Henry Robison was my grandfather. Rob’s father was named Henry Robison. Henry was killed in a plane crash during WWII. He was only 23 years old. He left behind his wife pregnant with Rob.
It broke my mother’s heart when Henry died. He was
close to my sister June’s age. They both graduated from Albany High School, as
did I and all my siblings. We often visited Henry’s mother and father after he
died. They always cried when they talked about their only son. Their house was like a shrine to Henry.
Tomorrow is Mother’s day and I am grateful, as I am
every day, that I had the most understanding and caring mother anyone ever had.
I knew I was loved and she was always on my side. Mother had unconditional love
for the children she brought into the world. We don’t often find that anywhere
else. She had so much love in her heart that it spilled over to others around her.
I wish every child could have a mother like mine.
What beautiful and poignant memories to have.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
Thank you, EC.
ReplyDeleteI think most of us wish everybody had a mother like we did. I'm glad you had such a good one.
ReplyDeleteAbbie, I know I was fortunate, but I do know people who did not have good mothers. Just bearing a child does not make one a mother.
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