Sunday, May 14, 2006
My Mom
On Mother’s Day I have posted things about being a mother, myself as a mother but not much about my Mom.
My Mom was a Den Mother with the Boy Scouts.
My Mom was a Gray Lady who volunteered in the hospital. Even when she was a patient she would go visiting others in there that couldn’t get around.
My Mom was one of the first people with food and clothing when someone in the neighborhood had a house fire.
My Mom wasn’t a gourmet cook but she could make a meal for six from a pound of hamburger and it tasted great.
My Mom wasn’t a fastidious house keeper but we never waded dirt either.
My Mom knew how to kiss a hurt and make it better.
My Mom could make even the newest stranger to visit feel welcome.
My Mom could get pissed at you and not speak to you directly for a week but she always got her point across.
My Mom could make sun dresses out of chicken feed sacks for you in the summer.
My Mom on my first visit after I married gave me two pillows, an iron, and some meat to freeze for later.
My Mom took pictures of every bouquet of flowers ever sent her so you could see how lovely they were.
My Mom loved to harmonize with me as we stood at the sink and did dishes. Music was one of her loves.
My Mom used to load us kids into the car, pick a road, and follow it to the end even if it was in someones yard.
My Mom had brown hair and beautiful blue eyes that would grab and hold you fascinated.
My Mom was adored by my Dad even when she was being a pain in the butt.
My Mom wasn’t religious because of the heartache of the circumstances of her father’s death and his actions when alive.
My Mom loved to go out on the boat with Dad for a day trip.
My Mom showed love to each of us and to our children too.
My Mom could take a car engine apart so Dad could fix it when he came in from work.
My Mom drove a semi truck and trailer for her step father as a teenager only she couldn’t back it into the dock.
My Mom never let on that money was tight and that she and Dad were worried.
My Mom never argued with my Dad and stood beside him in all decisions they made.
The pictures I chose were to let you see her demeanor as a child. A kind of sadness in there somewhere.
But in later life she became lonely living away from everyone, and a little bitter. But that doesn’t change the love earned from me over the many years on my life.
So you have Gertrude Catherine born 1/21/16 and died 3/24/92.
Three Years Old!
Three years ago tomorrow this appeared on Jenkins Online for the first time.
- Thursday, May 15, 2003
Who Am I
Just a bit of fluff about Momma’s Corner. On Les’ Place I had a room of my own. That was back about 15 years ago. I wrote in prose about anything you wanted to talk about. Now I’m in the corner, no cat at my feet or rocking chair to sit in yet. (I haven’t gotten permission to fill the place up yet.) I’m not above calling a pile of shit exactly what it is. After my daughter went to college I learned how effective the F--- word is and I have a tendency to use it like salt on mashed potatoes. I love to talk, to share, and to gather ideas that will make both me and my correspondent think. Boring, I hope not. A lot will depend on you, the news media, and the people who call themselves leaders . With the help of the Evil one I’ll get a profile developed so all may see that “the golden years do suck” but you just keep plodding along and hope a smile develops once in a while.
Two years ago this was the message!
- One Year & A Day Of Footprints
Well Momma’s Corner is one year and one day old today. We have had some happy times, sad times, and just plain nothing times. But in my mind that is what life is about.
Pus_in_prada_boots said that this was my roadside stand along the information highway to sell whatever I’d like. I don’t know how many have paused to view the wares but I hope a few footprints are on the path!
Last year’s message in part contained this:
- Well did I do it?
Two years of hopes, joys, and trials that life so frequently hands out to the mortal man.
But we are still plodding along. Just a little slower with a few more aches and pains. But still determined that it is worth the effort to stay in touch.
I hope that the last two years have been good for you as well. That the set backs we all have encountered will soon be cleared away and we can get back to living not just exisiting. Thanks for visiting with me. You have played an important role in my life.
Momma
We have been through a lot this last three years. My diagnosis of COPD. Jay’s bouts with blindness and his double bypass operation. The loss of dear pets. The greater loss of good friends and family. The struggles of the family with health and financial problems. The funny things that came before my eyes and the tears that sometimes clouded my vision. Important things to say and little funny shit to smile over. The comments from you to encourage me, support me, or make me think of a better way to do things played an important part in keeping the mind working, and not letting me just give up. The friendship that was born of these visits were not always great devotional events but the importance of them in my life cannot be expressed strongly enough.
So my friend as I plod into year number four I find that the so called leaders of our great Nation are not doing a sterling job of making life better in these United States. The man to do the job is still hiding in the trees and we are going to continue to suffer if he don’t get his ass in gear and show us what he has got. Yes ‘The Golden Years Will Still Suck’ but so will everyone’s life if someone doesn’t jump on the train and pull the brakes!
Well I pretty well got used to writing without the F--- word. I do have my rocking chair, my cat, and now even a dog at my feet. I can still clean the house --when I feel like it. I still hate to cook but I do that too. But I still don’t have my profile compiled and my hundred pounds of extra person is still being lugged around. (Gym! Doesn’t that word go with shoes?) Sadly I well never be a runway diva ( there ain’t enough sequins in the world) nor will I ever master belly dancing. The only thing I’m getting good at is ranting and taking a little nap every once in a while. Ah such is the life of a country retiree!