To all who visit my mom, it means a lot to me, thank you very much.
Florine Frances Farley was born in Oklahoma, daughter of Elmer and Stella Farley. She lived in California and Minnesota, and owned her own restaurant in Carthage, Missouri, "The Orient Express." She was a wonderful cook and loved to sew. She loved music. She was an animal lover. She would help anyone in need. She died of colon cancer.
"Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.
She's the smell of certain foods you remember, of flowers which you pick, of the fragrance of life itself.
She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well.
She's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, of the colors of a rainbow.
She is Christmas morning...
Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take.
She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you - not time, not space - not even death." AUTHOR UNKNOWN
To all who visit my mom, it means a lot to me, thank you very much.
Florine Frances Farley was born in Oklahoma, daughter of Elmer and Stella Farley. She lived in California and Minnesota, and owned her own restaurant in Carthage, Missouri, "The Orient Express." She was a wonderful cook and loved to sew. She loved music. She was an animal lover. She would help anyone in need. She died of colon cancer.
"Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.
She's the smell of certain foods you remember, of flowers which you pick, of the fragrance of life itself.
She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well.
She's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, of the colors of a rainbow.
She is Christmas morning...
Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take.
She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you - not time, not space - not even death." AUTHOR UNKNOWN
