Today my mom would have turned 99. She was taken to be with Jesus in 1967. While it has been a long time, I still miss her. Mother’s are so special to us. Of course, my mother is no different.
Dorothy and Everett Wilson wedding photo
My mother, Dorothy Mae Frey was born on December 30, 1922, in Atlanta, Georgia, the only child of Glenn Thomas Frey and Gracie M. Frey (maiden name Bingham). She married my dad, Everett Wiley Wilson, on January 21, 1943, in her hometown of Atlanta. They had three children during their marriage. She died on March 5, 1967, in DeKalb, Georgia, at the age of 44. Way to young for all of us kids. I was 12 at the time.
My mother’s mother was Gracie M. Bingham who was born on September 21, 1901, in Atlanta, Georgia, her father, Thomas, was 24 and her mother, Addie, was 20. She died in January 1967 in Atlanta, at the age of 65. In 1910, Grace was 8 years old and lived in Marietta, Georgia with her father, mother, brother, and 2 sisters. In 1920, Gracie was 18 years old and lived in Atlanta, Georgia with her father, mother, brother, and 2 sisters. In 1930, Gracie was 25 years old and lived in Atlanta, Georgia with her mother, brother, and sister. On the April 1, 1940 census, Gracie Frey was 38 years old and lived in Atlanta, Georgia with her daughter and mother. There is no mention of her husband Glenn.
My mother’s grandmother was Addie Viola Entrican who was born on September 8, 1881, in Austell, Georgia. She married her first husband in 1897 in Georgia. In 1897 she married her second husband in Georgia. She died on December 28, 1969, in her hometown, at the age of 88. According the 1900 Census, Addie married Thomas in 1897. They had one child during their marriage. In 1900, she was 19 years old and lived in Powder Springs, Georgia with her husband, Thomas, and a son. By the 1910 census, In 1910, Addie was 27 years old and lived in Marietta, Georgia with her husband, Thomas, son, and 3 daughters. By 1920, Addie was 39 years old and lived in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband, Thomas, son, and 3 daughters.
All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” ~Abraham Lincoln
It is true I am a product of my mother’s love. She cared so much for us all. I always felt her love. I owe her so very much. I wish I could thank her in person. Some day I will. I know she believed that.
Wedding announce for Dorothy and Everett Wilson
Her mother was Grace Frey. I don’t remember much about her. She passed away about a month before my mother.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.” —Robert Browning
When my parents wed, my dad was defending our freedom during World War II. My mom knew the importance of what he did for us.
A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.” ―Washington Irving
My mother always defended me no matter what. She could calm me down. She would sooth the hurts like no other.
If I have done anything in life worth attention, I feel sure that I inherited the disposition from my mother.” —Booker T. Washington
So who do I owe who I am to? It is my mother. She showed me how to love. She showed me how to be strong. She showed me how to work. She showed me how to care.
Mom’s love of country
Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall; A mother’s secret hope outlives them all.” —Oliver Wendell Holmes
My mother was a woman of hope. We would talk and she would share them with me. Mainly they were hopes for me. She wanted a “better world” and she wanted it for her children. Born in the middle of the great depression. Everyone, including her husband, off at war. Surely there was a better way. She worked hard to make sure we could have it.
My mother is my root, my foundation. She planted the seed that I base my life on, and that is the belief that the ability to achieve starts in your mind.” —Michael Jordan