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Notes about this site
I hope you enjoy the midi on this page.
In creating it, I have discovered what a big job it is.
It makes me even more grateful for the midi's
that I have placed on the other pages.... Tin
Page created
20 Jan 1998
This page is dedicated
to my Mother
Ruth Lucille McCoy Doggett
April 11, 1904~~June 20, 1998
Her's was a life of service, till age took its toll.
It was my pleasure to take care of her
as she took care of others.
This song was played and sang
by my mother to her mother.
Likewise, I did the same
That Wonderful Mother of Mine
1918
by Hager and Goodwin
The moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of that wonderful mother of mine.
The birds never sing but a message they bring
Of that wonderful mother of mine.
Just to bring back the time, that was so sweet to me,
Just to bring back the days, when I sat on her knee.
You are a wonderful mother,
Dear old Mother of mine.
You'll hold a spot down deep in my heart,
'Till the stars no longer shine.
Your soul shall live on forever,
On through the fields of time.
For there'll never be another to me,
Like that wonderful Mother of mine
I pray ev'ry night to our Father above,
For that wonderful mother of mine.
I ask Him to keep her as long as He can
That wonderful mother of mine.
There are treasures on earth,
that made life seem worthwhile,
But there's none can compare to my mother's smile.
You are a wonderful mother,
Dear old Mother of mine.
You'll hold a spot down deep in my heart,
'Till the stars no longer shine.
Your soul shall live on forever,
On through the fields of time.
For there'll never be another to me,
Like that wonderful Mother of mine
Ruth at ages 18 months and 4 years
and ages 8 years and 12 years
Graduate of Ames High School, Ames, Iowa 1922 and
St Lukes School of Nursing, St Lukes Hospital, Chicago, Illinois 1933.
Ruth 1968 and with her baby boy, David in 1990.
Still a child at heart at age 93
My Mother was a care giver from as far back as she could remember. At age 6, her dying Grandfather called her, his little nurse. When her mother was dying in 1926, she quit college to take care of her. In 1930, she went to the big city, Chicago, and took nurses training. She wanted to be a History teacher, but nurse training was free in exchange for working in the hospital.
She got married in 1936, and for the next 43 years she of "took care" of the man that was to become my father.
As her children came along, she took care of them.
This was combined with her nursing.
One interesting sidelight was the night that she was caring for a man who was dying of pneumonia. The doctor came in and said, "I would like to try out this new drug. It is the only chance you have." The man agreed. It was the first use of penicillin in Ames, Iowa.
Pity Not! The Wilted Daisy
Pity not! the wilted Daisy,
Once- splendid, steadfast in station
Her bright and blithesome journey-
Danced, amidst a common nation
Pity not! the wilted Daisy,
Her daylit hour- a grand illumination
A joyus merry melody-
Harmony, in moderation
Pity not! the wilted Daisy,
Breath given- how soft his respiration
Her mighty stab at nobility-
To form a generation
Pity not! the wilted Daisy,
A new-found comfort-
by natures grand creation
In keeping golden memories-
Awaits His validation
for "Grandma"
by ~karen
Mom got her wings and flew home,
Saturday, June 20, 1998, 10:30AM
to be with all those family members
who have gone before.
I am sure my Dad has been saying,
"Ruthie, What is taking you so long?"
age 94 years 2 months 9 days
Grief and pain are the price we humans pay
for the love and total commitment
we have for another person.
The more we love, the greater the pain.
But, would we have it another way?
Memories are a gift from God,
to those left behind.
They bring comfort, joy,and laughter.
They enable one to live on forever in
the hearts of those they loved.
A little side trip.
I have a letter from Mom
I would like to share
A letter from my mother
next
Daddy
To write to the TinChicken
Click on the chick
Take out the words, "NoSpam"

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