Towing My Mother’s Row

My mom was diagnosed with advanced stage Alzheimer’s disease and I was her primary caregiver; this is me and my mom’s story as she journyed through Alzheimer’s disease:

Towing My Mother’s Row

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My dad loved to talk to me about growing up with my mom in their small hometown.  Their two families picked cotton in the same field and to hear my dad tell the story, my mom was the worst cotton picker ever.  My dad said that you could always tell which rows had been assigned to my mom, because they were the rows that had plenty of cotton still left to be picked on them.

My favorite part of my dad’s story is what my grandpa (my mom’s father) did to help her; following picking his many rows of cotton, he would go behind my mom and finish picking her rows of cotton too.  My dad told me that what my grandpa did was called “towing someone’s row”.  The term back then had literal meaning, but in today’s time, the term is figurative.

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