Cleda Amy Riddle Rodgers Venter
I saw online that there were “no famous birthdays” on June 20, 1913. Well, come again? There was at least one famous one! One extremely important to me. Cleda Amy Riddle – this lovely little baby girl in the beautiful frilly dress. I look closely and there she is, same eyes, same laugh, my mom. She went to heaven with most people knowing her as Amy Riddle Rodgers Venter. I think she wore all those names well. She knew and lived her priorities. I have in a trunk in the back bedroom, penciled pictures she drew as a young woman. I see her passion for art way back then. But she never gave herself time, money, or focus to play out that passion until well into her fifties or sixties. Why? For one thing she was too busy raising me—busy being wife, mother, cook, house keeper, seamstress, I could just keep adding on. Just ask my siblings. Thanks, mom, for not being too much of a “it’s my right to be myself” woman. I sure am glad for those years when you did get to express yourself in ways that showed us more about you, the writer, the painter, the “crochet-er”, the historian, even Miss Spirit of Springfield (or something like that). I’m glad you got to have your day. But as your firstborn, I doubt you ever had one that outdid ME. Well, okay, maybe so, however, I was number one, at least chronologically. One hundred and three years ago you came to this earth, and a little more than twenty two years ago you moved to Heaven, the first home you didn’t have to build or renovate. Hope you didn’t suggest putting in a new door or moving the window!