Pat Shingleton: What A Mom!"
She lives in the house where she was born, where her parents died and attempts to relocate her to Fort Worth or Baton Rouge, where her children reside, would have taken her away from the community that she loves. She embraces the change of seasons and her oldest, Denis, was born in the Spring, Mike in the Summer, Patrick and Kevin in Winter, Maureen and Mark in the Fall. Whether a snowstorm or thunderstorm, she refers to them by saying, "It's getting bad out there..." As a young girl, standing at the kitchen sink, she was struck by lightning. There was no hesitation when she saved the life of a drowning swimmer. She taught us the importance of prayer, work, study, physical exercise, eating and sleep. She commanded us to, "Do a good deed every day..." Summertime chores were a discipline followed by sports-related activities or swimming. In the Fall, leaves were raked and piled on the garden. The snowy winters found us clad in snow-pants, boots, hoods, gloves, and home-made stocking hats; we could hardly move. I escorted Sue Welsh to our school prom as she requested violets for her corsage. Mom and her friend, Loraine Blinn, picked hundreds of them and took them to the local florist where Sue's corsage was constructed. She's 94 years young young and is affectionately called Shirley, Aunt Shirley or Grandma Shirley, but for me it's, "Mum... She has held in her arms, 14 grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren. This weekend she will receive cards, letters, and Presto messages from not only her kids but kids that she has helped raise, that also recognize her as their "Mum."