Remembering Mom

[deniseO30]

Around this time of the year as I get somewhat sentimental I think about my Mom and a how I miss her. I miss the things she did, said, made, cooked, etc. Many of the things she did were little things but we (my sisters) cannot find any logical answer for. Fondly I recall some of the things she did.

In the morning I'd get the milk out set it on the table, get the cereal from the cabinet, turn around the milk is back in the fridge! MOM???

Mom.. why are you washing the cans and bottles before you put them in the trash?

I'd get a cup of coffee. the milk.. sure nuff! she put the milk away on me when I got my coffee! MOM!!!

Yes Mom! I have clean undies on! I know.. if I have to go to the hospital...

I know Mom.. don't swallow apple seeds. I don't want a tree growing in me

Mom.. the green beans are grey. "eat them and shut up!"

My sisters still carry on this tradition; (Now something inside me makes me feel guilty ) I still don't know why it "has to be done" Baking, cookies, Hungarian and Italian, hundreds of them! I mean hundreds! Stored in pretzel cans. They would last until almost February! Sure were good though! Then Easter would come around "We have to bake" time again! Anyway, after Mom and all my aunts got done baking all this stuff they would go visiting and give each other's family the same things we just baked! MOM???

Mom.. no pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese I don't like liver and onions! 3hrs later... Mom.. no pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese I don't like liver and onions! Off to bed hungry that night.. (to this day the smell of it makes me ill )

On a somewhat more serious thought.. Mom would seem to never sleep. She could never sit down for more then a few minutes. She would use house money to get us Toys or dolls. (dad wasn't around much and he was real real tight with money) She never left the house. Not ever it seemed. Us kids always ran here or there to get things from the "corner store".

Now that I'm actually older then my Mom was when she passed away I wonder what were the causes that made baby boomer Moms the way they were? Was it the depression and the war? WWII Things sure have changed!

Sorry I can't offer much about Dad.. he wasn't part of my life much at all.

I just wanted to post something "soft" to think on since it's that time of the year.

[Giulietta]

Nice Denise,

My Mum still alive, and driving us all nuts...
Do you have kids?

[teshannon]

Denise,
My mother passed away about 3 years ago although she left us mentally about three years before that. I can identify with almost everything you said except substitute lima beans for liver and onions. Like your's, there was just no one else like her. My hope is that my kids will think of my wife and I when we're gone the same way you and I think of our mothers. Let's hope.
Very nice post, thanks.

[xort]

Ditto
I took mom in for hospice care, died December 6th, a few years back.
Lima beans were pretty bad but the sucotash was horrible! Who invented that stuff? But the waldorf salad was always a treat!

[deniseO30]

Oh yes I'm a granny! 3 times now! Don't get to see them much they all live down south. Son with his new Girl friend is coming up for New years.

I get ill just looking at lima beans, and kidney beans, and chick peas. (chick peas are in allot of italian soups. shudder.

Hugs guys! Moms and dads are special! and they will always love you no matter what! Well Moms would..

[cardiacpaul]

I moved away after college, Pops died at 74. Mom lasted 5 years after that. She passed due to a broken heart.

My favorite memories were of my brothers calling me saying something like “call your mother, she’s driving us nuts!”
Right around this time of year, I’d receive a telephone call informing me that she’d made her “batch of fudge and stuff, I’m not sure how good it is, but if you want it…”

Ma, you haven’t screwed up a batch of goodies in 46 years, I don’t think this year is going to be any different.

“But I don’t know how I’m going to get it to you”

Same as the last 10 years Ma, tomorrow morning, there will be a guy there from Fed-Ex with an envelope, open the envelope while he’s there, hand the air bill back to him, hand him the box of fudge and say Merry Christmas, he’ll do the rest.

“But I don’t know if it’ll get to you or not”

Ma, did you make the marizipan?

“Of course I made marzipan, why would you think I’d go to all the trouble to make chocolate and peanut butter fudge, maple sugar squares, and not make the marzipan?”

Ok, good, give the driver a couple of pieces of the marzipan, and he’ll personally run it all the way to Texas himself. No, really, he will. I know the guy, he’ll buy new sneakers in Memphis.

The record? Fourteen and a half pounds of fudge in a paper bag wrapped shoe box, tied with string.

I miss that old woman.

[uspirate]

Nice stories guys, i am fortunate enough to have both my parents here with me for the holidays. (providing they leave shortly thereafter hehe)
cheers to you all!

BJ

[Sasha_V]

Hmmm...It must have been nice growing up with parents and family...Even if they drive you nuts sometimes, they are sort of unchanging navigational fixtures in your life. I think I probably always missed, and have been effected by, that aspect more then actually not having the actuall people like just about everyone else.

Still, I get to be the page break and make sure that my son gets much better then that...which goes with the job description.


Sasha

[PBzeer]

Like many of the older ones on here, both my parents have passed away. I had moved back to Indiana to take care of my Mom for the last couple of years of her life, and though I hated to leave Alaska and go back to Indiana, it's a choice I have never regretted, and know I would have, had I not made it.

As much as I miss her, I know that now, she is free from pain and heartache, and that is something I couldn't do for her. And I'm thankful for having had a stable childhood, with a Mother and Father I loved. Even if I did turn out odd and quirky

[sailingdog]

Denise-

Your story of the disappearing milk reminds me of my two grandmothers... when they were both staying with us, your plate and glass were not safe... if you ever got up to get something...anything, when you got back to the table, your plate, glass and silverware were gone... not only were they gone...but they were washed and dried before you got back...

Fortunately, my parents are still both doing well. I've been a caretaker, and hope that I don't have to do that for either of my parents any time soon....