For the past couple of weeks I've struggled with posting my thoughts, but since this blog has become my only form of journalling, I know I need to do it. I even WANT to do it, but not sure how to pay tribute to the most influential woman in my life -- my dear mother.
Seven months ago I posted about my mom, the resident entertainer. To me she always has been, and always will be an entertainer.
-- She had a knack for rearranging words and music, and always seemed to be working out the details for her latest variety show.
-- She always had a new joke to tell us. Half of the time she couldn't remember the punchline, but that was usually the funniest part of the joke.
-- She could chord to any song on the piano, and always had us kids and grandkids gather around to sing old-time favorites.
-- She had a never-ending supply of costumes and hats, which she loved to dress up in, hoping others would join her.
-- She had a natural gift to tell stories. As my sister once noted, "Mom, it's not WHAT you say, it's HOW you say it."
-- She could make the FUNNIEST faces. She didn't care how unflattering they made her look -- she was always willing to take one for the team.
-- She had an incredible assortment of musical instruments and loved to play them all, even joining a weekly jam session in her 80's.
-- She could make anything out of cardboard, and created many wonderful props to delight audiences.
-- She was a terrible cook. Okay, I know that doesn't really fit into the "entertainment" category, but because of her many culinary mishaps, she has provided me with tons of humorous stories to tells my friends over the years. Entertaining!
I love this woman! And I'll miss her terribly. As someone mentioned at her funeral, "She hasn't really died, she's just taken her show on the road."
Dixie
Kim Plant Rich Zucker 
