She was born in the middle of the Depression,

and the first home she remembered was a railcar.  Her father worked for the railroad, and in that area a family got a car of their own.  She remembered it as being divided into a private bedroom with her sister by hanging sheets, there was a well of clean water nearby and a woodburning stove inside for cooking and heating.

The town this was in no longer exists, disappeared a long time ago.

She grew, and went to school.  Years later she met and married Dad, and raised two kids.  

She smoked, but the day she found out she was pregnant she stopped.  Her father died of lung cancer- smoked all his life- years later.  Her mother died, whether dementia or Alzheimer's I don't remember, but it scared her half to death.  Watching her mother become a warm body that couldn't talk, or feed herself, was terrifying, and she once told me "If I get that way, you put me in a home, you don't use your whole life taking care of me!"

Well, she avoided that fate.  Until the last few days she could talk, and thought clearly, and in the end died in her sleep.

Like Dad, I will always remember her.