In my Sophomore year of high school, I was scheduled to compete in a singing competition in Kemmerer, Wyoming. We found out just a few days before the competition that there was a dress code: suit and tie. Well, what 16-year-old boy in Wyoming owns a suit and tie? I didn't. Rather than spend money my parents didn't have on a suit, Mom purchased cloth and patterns from a local department store. The afternoon before I (and my classmates) were to travel to the competition, Mom took my measurements and proceeded to fashion a complete suit, dress shirt, and tie with her own hands and sewing machine. She completed them in the wee hours of the morning on the day of the competition. It fit perfectly! I proudly wore my tailored suit as I sang in the competition and on other occasions when a suit was necessary—that is, until I outgrew it a few months later. This event, perhaps more than any other in my life, illustrates the kind of Mom she was to us. (son, David)