Bookends

    December 9,1943, my mother was born in the community of Uwharrie. Her mother and her grandmother had been washing clothes in a spring that was some distance from the house. Sometime during that day a snow flurry had gone through. Disecting that further, if there was snow on the ground then the water had to be cold, to cold to be washing clothes. If they were washing clothes in the spring or near the spring then there was probably running water in the house. Maybe no electricity. 

    You fast forward 937 months and 13 days and snow had fallen again overnight. Mother looses her battle with lung cancer. She would buried about 3 miles from the spot she was born, beside the grandmother who's house she was born in, and more than likely was by her side when she was born or soon after. You discect this further, the 13 is significant because both mothers sons were born on the 13th. She wanted all her grandaughters to be born on the 13th as well, unfortunately none of them were.

   420 months or 35 years after mother was born, Amy her daughter-in-law, was born to the dismay of all parties involved. It's amazing how if you start looking, you'll find all these similarities.