I have to share some of the stories that Grandma Martha and I enjoyed. Thank you all for writing from your heart and sharing such wonderful memories about your Mommas!
I don’t think Levi’s little Mom, watch me! pictures need any explaining.
Growing up at our house, we were very modest, we didn’t run around in our undies much less nude. It was a rule of some sort, I think. When I was in jr. high, I was late going out to catch the bus one morning & just as I got to the bus it occurred to me that I had forgotten a book I needed. The bus driver told me I had 2 seconds to retrieve it or I could walk to school. I made a mad dash back to the house … meanwhile, inside the house, my mom was making her way, nude, down the stairs to get her clothes from the laundry room. When she heard me open the front door, she did what any modest mom would do and jumped behind the curtain! The curtain at the front window, the window that was a floor to ceiling double window, the window that was directly in front of and visible to the school bus. I assume her intent was for me not to see her nakedness, and she accomplished that. What she didn’t plan to do was moon an entire bus of jr. high kids in the process! Never ever did she admit to doing that. My friends would tease her about it years later and she would still deny it.
Ahh, moms. I have one of those. And she’s great. Like the day of my wedding when I asked her how my hair looked. “I’m sure it’ll look just fine once you put your veil on.”
No. That’s not a good example, now is it? I’ve got a better one. Not too long ago she visited. “Why don’t we go get our eyebrows waxed together?” “Wow, Mom. I didn’t think you liked eyebrow waxes.” “Well, I don’t, but you look like you could use one.”
Honestly, I love my mom. She’s been my friend since the day I was old enough to help her clean the house…er…I mean since the day I was old enough to go spend a day at the mall with her. I have so many fond memories (seriously) of good talks on a drive to the city, fun times around the kitchen counter, and giggle fests when we were way too tired to stay up.
When my parents came to visit me in college, Mom always stayed up late just to “hang out” with me and my roommates. When my first child was born, she didn’t leave my side for my 54 hours of labor. Even now, she comes from Japan when I need extra help for a week and drops everything just to do my brother’s laundry and dishes as he goes through a divorce.
Yes, she still not-so-subtly suggests that I try “just a little make-up” every time she sees me (I’m 31, Mom. It just ain’t happenin’!), but if she didn’t do all she could do to help me become the best person I can be, what kind of a mom would she be? I should be so dedicated.
Love you, Mom. And you were right about the veil!
Once Mom and I were walking through a store, by the lingerie department. She (elderly) loudly says “I just can’t wear thongs any more!” Since she only wears granny panties I quickly and in a louder voice said “You mean flipflops?” “Of course, what did you think I meant”. I was so embarrassed and she just giggled.
I remember one night when I was about 16, I was being particularly bratty about not wanting to eat something she had made for dinner and I kicked a placemat that had fallen on the floor. I’m sure I accompanied the kick with some smart-ass remark too, but I don’t recall. Anyway, my Mom was so exhasperated with me that she slammed her hands down on the table, forgetting she had a fork in her hand, and somehow the fork ricotched off the table and flew right at me. It landed, prongs first, in my chest. And stayed there for about 15 seconds while I stared down in horror and shock. My Mom’s face was just….mortified. It wasn’t in deep, but it looked horrible. She grabbed a wet paper towel and started dabbing the holes, and then she just cracked up. She was laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe. And then I couldn’t stop laughing. It was so morbid and just “us” (we aren’t the most graceful women — pretty klutzy actually) that we couldn’t help but find it funny. No one else seems to see the humor in a mother planting a fork in her teenage daughters chest when she’s being bratty, but I’ll tell you what…I ate eveything on my plate from then on.
One of my favorite memories, is of a sunny afternoon when we’d all been running through the sprinkler and raising havoc. Mom told us she’d buy us a cone at DQ (an extremely rare treat) if we could change quickly and load in the station wagon as she had to go to the bank. Well, the “littles” were really being loud and obnoxious in the car..mom (wasn’t a yeller) calmly she asked my brother for his bandanna. (He was about 8 and into cowboys & indians). She said..”So…do you kid dare me to tie this around my face like a bandit when I go to the drive thru window?” Of course we all said..”YES!” We were confidant that this woman with the quiet voice, french twist and love for opera would NEVER submit to such a crazy idea. Well..don’t you know she did! She tied that darn bandanna over her face like a bandit from Gunsmoke and drove her station wagon full of hysterically laughing kids right up to the window and calmly conducted her transaction, smiling at the teller, who smiled back and said, “Thank you Mrs.———-!” I will never forget this lady of great wit, grace and strength.
My Mother was president of her church circle. I think it was circle six. They rotate doing the funeral dinners, after the most recent funeral the circle president calls the next in line to remind them that it will be their circle’s turn.
The lady from circle five called my mom and said, “Marsha, you have the next funeral dinner.”
My mom said, “Okay, now when is it?”
The other president was so flustered she couldn’t answer her. My mom finally figured out, it would be when the next person passed.
She has not lived that down, and yet they keep electing her president of the circle.
My mother enjoyed having her 4 children be mannerly and behaved. She could get us to “straighten up” with a single raised finger and a single word “decorum”. Even in our adulthood, with her grandchildren around, we would all snap to attention.
I think that’s why we loved to hear the story of when she went to our local high school to see a charity basketball game with a visiting pro team. After the game, she went to the restroom in the girls locker room where unbeknownst to her, the pro team was using. She walked into a roomful of naked men and was mortified.
She whipped her hands in front of her face and said to them, “Close your eyes!”
The guys burst out laughing at her as she backed out of the room.
We could always get my prim and proper mom to turn red and laugh with us just by putting our hands over our eyes and yelling, “Close your eyes.”
I miss her everyday, but feel her with me always. I treasure our stories and am grateful for everything she taught me.