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Born: January 29, 1943
Death: April 27, 2012
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Barbara Spinks Dickinson
January 29, 1943 -
April 27, 2012
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A Mothers love - February 6, 1966
Posted: April 28, 2012 | Last Revised: April 28, 2012
To all of you who has ever been a friend Of my Mother, I would love to know how she impacted your life. Here is how she impacted mine.
I was the last of us three children. Rightfully so I was called the baby all my life. If the truth be known, I was a mama's boy and damn proud of it.
Being the youngest I was able to get away with much more than Mark and Kellie. I learned early on how to whip up some tears and get the loving protection of my sweet mother; eventhough she could see streight through it, she treated me like her little prince anyway. Both Mark and Kellie knew it so I never suffered like most young ones in the nest.
Mother was my protector, my confidence and my first love. She was always there with that motherly instinct to guide me, correct me and to hold me. I was vaguely aware of anyone or anything else as a child because all that was good came from Mom.
With that sweet loving voice she would encouraged me to be a good boy, do good things and be kind to others. Her simple, honest ways were infectious not only to me, but all who passed by her in life.
Mother would tell me at a very young age to treat others as you would have them treat you. I watched her live those words for 46 years as she always treated people better than they deserved. Sometimes she was taken advantage of by others as they mistaken her kindness for weakness. If I was to say something about it to her, she would say to me " Son, it's best to let the Good Lord take care of that; everyone gets what they deserve in the end". So if you wronged my Mother, you most likely know who you are.
Her simple talking, southern bellish ways are captivating, even to strangers. Speaking of strangers, I'm not sure mother ever really met one. If she did, they would not be strangers long. She has befriended some of the most unlikely people and captured their loyalty for a life time of comradely.
What most people call a trip to Wall mart, my Mother made it look like a mission trip. Most of the people she knows, she met them in the line at the grocery store.
I thank God to have been raised by a Saint like that. I also thank Him that some of that spirit of her got into me, Mark and Kellie.
I am the Baby, and she loved me the most
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