Memories: My Mother - Sue Virginia Hill Evans
My mother was beautiful. So, I thought. I dreamed of growing up to look just like her. She was tall and perfect. At least in my eyes, she was perfect. I noticed how men turned to look at her when we walked pass them on the street. Also, my mother had an inner beauty. It was how she loved and cared for others. She always had enough at meal time for anyone dropping in unexpected. She made dresses for many girls whose parents could not afford to buy them a pretty dress. Even as her physical beauty faded due to scleroderma, her inner beauty was still there caring for everyone. I believe my Daddy saw that inner beauty in her the first time he looked into her eyes. It was a double date. It was a blind date and Mama was not his date. Mama told us the story how they met many times. She worked at the Dime Store in Timmonsville. Her friend met her after work. They walked across the railroad tracks to the oth...