The story of Mary Elizabeth Wilkes. One day I was sitting with my mother, Mary and I was complaining. She looked at me and said, "Vickie, I don't need any more chips in my china!" We all have chips in our life, some small chips and others are held together by glue. Either way, these 'chips' have formed us into what we are today. This small story is

The story of Mary Elizabeth Wilkes. One day I was sitting with my mother, Mary and I was complaining. She looked at me and said, "Vickie, I don't need any more chips in my china!" We all have chips in our life, some small chips and others are held together by glue. Either way, these 'chips' have formed us into what we are today. This small story is about the very strong woman who raised me.