Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
From time to time, I describe my mom as "difficult", but one difficulty my mother didn't have was with spending money. She was extraordinarily generous. My dad was right there with her when it came to giving.
After my dad retired from the military, the Air Force base where he had been stationed was closed. They couldn't go on without my dad, right?
I was a newlywed, and then a young mom, living not too far from Fort Riley, Kansas, while X (not yet Dr. X) finished his bachelor's degree. We didn't have much money. At times, the only "food" in our refrigerator was a pitcher of water.
Because the base had closed, my parents couldn't shop for groceries at the base exchange. So they started going to Fort Riley to shop once a month.
On their way home from Fort Riley, they always stopped to see me – and their newest grandson – in our small married student housing apartment. And, oh, by the way, there were some groceries they'd picked up for us just in case we needed them: a bag of apples, and a box of crackers, and some laundry detergent, and a little of this, and a little of that.
Every month, until X graduated and we moved on to another university in a different state, my parents showed up at our door with food for us. They would even take a cooler in their car so they could drop off some milk and meat.
I always said, Gosh, thanks, this is great. But I never told them what a difference those monthly gifts made in the quality of our lives.
I think they knew.
Infinities of love,