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I saw my mother's hands. So soft and warm they felt, the touch of my mother's hands. The way she hugged me so tight, and said everything would be all right. Oh, how I long for the touch of my mother's hands. As I look down upon my hands I need long no more, For I have My Mother's Hands By: Me® Marci Moseman©copyright 4/2000 |
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Mary was born in Barnet, Vermont. She enlisted in the United States Air Force at the age of 20, on the 18th day of July, 1950, in Burlington, Vermont. She was sent to Lackland Air Force Base, San Antonio, Texas for training. Mary's outfit was the 3744th WAF / WAC Training Squadron. She was Flight Chief Drill Instructor in charge of new recruits and drill training, and trained hundreds of women before receiving an Honorable Discharge on the 31st day of October 1951. She returned to her hometown in Vermont after leaving the Air Force, got married, and had five children. In 1965, she moved to California with her family. She continued to serve the military by opening her home on weekends and holidays to the boys from Camp Pendleton Marine Base, offering a family and home-cooked meals before they shipped out to Viet Nam. Her work continued in public service, including a career as Nursing Administrator at Little Company of Mary Medical Center in Torrance, CA. She retired due to health problems in 1989, and moved to Montana with her youngest daughter. Mary died in March of 1991 from complications of diabetes. She leaves behind children, grandchildren and many friends who loved her. |
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I will never forget you! With all my heart and soul, I will love you always!! Me~ |