Emma Lee Finley

I rember Mother as a very strong, loving, caring and loving mother. I can remember as far back as four and the Silver Slipper (if anyone still have that picture) with me, daddy and snooky when they had me do the twist and Chubby Checkers was playing there that night. We were on our way home and Daddy and Snooky headed for 495 which was called then the speed way. I can remember Mother telling me to lay down in the back seat floor as they began to put the pedal to the medal. Mother loved life to the fullest but never really got over one who left her for the forbidden in those day and cried on another whom I found out later was related and had five more kids with. I remember that nigh as if it were yesterday. Daddy came home in the early morning, I was outside the bedroom door trying to push my way in. I would sleep in bed with them because I was afraid of panel on the wall thinking monsters would come out the circles. I pushed and pushed until I got the door open only to witness mother's hi heel shoe pierce Daddy's head and to me it looked like his brains were shooting out as the blood ran down his face. Again, mother was or felt regected. She never worked, never drove a car, she was just a good mother who just took care of her family and gave her all. Finally, she just lost it. I can even her first drink. I guess she must have been in her early thirties and I remember Ma Ma in the kitchen, there was Daddy's wine that was in the pantry next to kitchen table. As I walked out of Mother's and Daddy's room I saw Mother take a drink in front of MaMa and say this is my house and I'll do what I want. Mother began to spiral down, became angry more at me than my younger siblings because after Daddy left that night I would cry so much that Daddy treated me in her mind special. I remember running away to Aunt Lil's house on Staple Street it started to get so bad. I think I was 8 or 9 then and still don't remember how I found her house. I remember moving to MaMa's house, I remember a very good and loving mother after that first drink who kept drinking who was someone I did not know anymore and who enventually embarassed me walking through a shortcut through the alley coming home from school with my friends on a drunken binge, who also did the worse as my friends looked on as they gathered gathered around the basement window as I came home from school. Mother even became a member of the drunk house (as my friends and I called it) across the street). After that, I remember yelling and telling what happen but she did not remember. That next morning I found alchol and poured it in the toilet. That was the day Mother seeked treatment. Joan was a strong instrument and giving her the faith and remineded Mother of what life was and could be . She was the best grandmother and Joan just kept instililling all the reasons why, and Joan was the one that got her to get treatment and find love within herself. Joan also did the same for me and it's not one day I don't thank her for it. Joan made Mother strong but it was too late but she saved me and my daughter. Joan, I want everyone to know was an god sent to look over Mother's child and her child and I will forever love her for that although at times I gave her her money's worth. Joan made a change in Mother's life, it was just was not enough time in her very grwon up life at her very young age. Joan I think was a little older in time would have saved Mother from death, she not only took on the responability of Mother but me (raised me) and my daughter. Mother I'm sure is thanking Joan for being the rock and instilling her strength and values that has made me especially strong and sucessful and my daughter the women she is today and to take on her role as Mother after her death of Mother at the young age of 44.

It's just sad that that no one knows where Mother is buried, the day she died, does no/have not given her a head stone since 1971 or marker

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Can someone please tell me where Mother is buried so I can find her grave and I can at least give Mother a head stone? OK, lets see who can or knows where Mother is buried. Oh, the year................. funny, no one knows that either. :)