Gardening didn't used to mean anything to me but through the years, becoming a grower crept into my life. Sometimes Ed, my husband of 43+ years, says everywhere you turn there is a plant. Our main garden, a perennial garden with interspersed annuals, was designed with my dear mom, Miriam Hyde Gottesman, in mind. Mim was an avid gardener to the point whereby my twin brother and I resented her when we were little because it seemed she gave more time to the tomatoes and roses than to us. Sundays were spent going to South Park with our dad to pick up manure.
My gardening mom, had a nervous breakdown in 1986. This vital, social, and loving woman, had to be hospitalized and underwent several series of shock treatments which miraculously brought her out of her agitated depression. Still, at age 86, we had to move her into a facility -- Harry, her second husband and she simply could not live together. More about Harry later.
At the nursing home in Cleveland, on Mim's 90th birthday, Ed proclaimed Mim was coming here to live with us! Our first garden was designed with my mom in mind. I wanted to see her happy again so maybe if she were to be surrounded by plants, her depression would lift.
--Judy
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