Yes, I know Sunday was Mother’s Day, but that doesn’t mean I forgot it. I just had all of our birthdays and an anniversary to write about in last Monday’s column and that covered all of my siblings and myself.
So, this Monday (today), I will focus on Mother’s Day.
I’ve already talked so much about my mother, the late Beatrice-Riffell Moody, in my writings, but I will never forget how special she was in every way….she was a wonder woman so to speak. She could do anything.
Mom always had dinner on the table for us and we all gathered around at one time to partake of the food she prepared. Then later on in adolescence, she had each of us three older ones, even my brother, make and plan a meal once a week, and then we were responsible for dish-washing certain days of the week to give us responsibility for when we would leave the nest.
She encouraged us to go outside and play and sometimes played with us, especially softball in the front yard. She also played board games and cards with us.
She taught me how to cut out people’s pictures out of magazines and catalogues and play with them as dolls of some sort. I loved that. That’s probably why I let my son Jamie use his imagination when playing when younger. In fact, he is still like that, especially when he is on his wii game and creating characters personifying (I think that’s the word I want to use) people he knows…and he usually does a good job of it.
Mom didn’t smoke, but when I would have an earache, she would get one of the cigars Dad brought home from work that he received (from fathers of newborn babies), light it up and blow the smoke in my ears. It worked; the pain was soon gone.
She was a good role model, and she loved us all the same, even though we teased each other throughout life on that subject.
Mom taught us some songs we sang on Sunday car rides. We just felt safe when she was around.
Mom had all kinds of wisdom to relay to us throughout the years. Like I said, she was good at everything she did; I wish I could have been more like her.
Her favorite color was orange, but sister Brenda Norton thinks purple became her favorite toward the end.
“She liked chicken wings, her grandchildren and me,” Brenda added in jest. “She also liked fried green tomatoes and cooking for her family. She was very creative.”
Mom enjoyed working with flowers and always had a garden, and with the produce from that, canned and froze a lot of it.
Mom loved chocolate, liked finding a bargain and going to garage sales.
Mom and I both were both on a Tuesday night bowling league in Greenville in the 1970s.
“I don’t know if she enjoyed bowling as much as she enjoyed being with the ladies,” Brenda said.
The following wasn’t necessarily Mom’s response to certain things but I found this post on Facebook entertaining and I am here to entertain. I think it was entitled “Things My Mother Taught Me” and it goes like this:
*My mother taught me about the weather: “Your room looks like a tornado hit it.”
*My mother taught me about religion: “You better pray that comes out of the carpet.”
*My mother taught me about time travel: “If you don’t straighten up, I’m going to knock you into the middle of next week.”
*My mother taught me about osmosis: “Shut your mouth and eat your supper.”
*My mother taught me about the circle of life: “I brought you into this world; I can take you out.”
*My mother taught me about envy: “There are millions of less fortunate children in the world who don’t have wonderful parents like you.”
*My mother taught me about receiving: “You are going to get it when we get home.”
*My mother taught me about genealogy. “Shut that door. You’d think you were raised in a barn.”
*My mother taught me about justice: “One day you’ll have kids…I hope they turn out just like you.”
*My mother taught me about logic: “Because I said so, that’s why.”
*My mother taught me about stamina: You’ll sit there until your spinach is gone.”
*My mother taught me about irony: “Keep crying, I’ll give you something to cry about.”
These are not necessarily the words that came out of my mother’s mouth, but some of these things sounded familiar. I think, I too as a mother, might have said one or two of these things in my lifetime.
Jamie and I extend our condolences to the families of Ned Curry, Nanelle Guthrie, Wilma Fellers, Brian Esser, Martha Singleman and Betty Pitman.
Please pray for these people: Randy Heck, Jim Marker, Kathy Gragorace, Danny Foster, Dave Niley, Noella Combs, Clay Sheffer, Sharon Miller, Marie Rieman, Mary Bryant Arnett, Becky Oliver, Ronnie Young, Jayden Martin, Jeff Rider, Ralph Byrd, Stefani Priest, Steve Neff, Michelle Leugers Enicks, Joann Freeman, Cathy Collins Peters, Donna Bixler, Vanna Hannam, Kevin Wampler, Brenda Wallace, Linda Subler, Michelle Young, Roger McEowen, Jerri Barber, Sally Burnett Ganger, Rick Alexander, Gloria Hodge, Jeff Baltes, Cory Meadows, Judy Hoffman and daughter Shelly, Albert Duncan, Cathy Melling, Scott Clark, and all of those who are suffering from other life-altering illnesses.
May 10 to Douglas Shepherd, Butch Clark, Kay Hartzell, Jamie Hunt, Clarence Kammer, Heath Riffell, Tod Fink, Virgil Rismiller and Carol Haworth.
May 11 to Crystal Barga, Jenny Stutz, Joan Mangen, David Campbell, Maurice Herron, Gabe Wombolt and Dennis Poffenberger.
May 12 to Retha Bubeck, Zach Ward, Kurt Brown, Matt Armold and Ken Pence.
May 13 to Jim Miller and Kaleb Gerace.
May 14 to Tom Buemi, Pauline Albritton, Ruth Koverman, Reganne O’Connor, Gavin Kelch, Dean Eby, Keith Smith, Emily Schmitz, Justin Shuttleworth, Greg Langenamp and Wanda Armold.
May 15 to D’Arleen Waymire, Matt Klackner, Chuck Miller II, Gary Cothran, Kyle Cox, Tasha Anderson and Mindy Berry.
May 16 to Nancy Fetters, Ethan Hemmerich, Ed Ruhe, Derick Hathaway, Jody Van Hoose and Kathy Street.
Happy anniversary to: Larry and Cheryl Peters on May 14 and Jennifer and Dave Sturgill and Carla and Adam Kunk, all on May 15.
Think about it: “True friendship comes when silence between two persons is comfortable.” — Author Unknown