Friday, April 3, 2009

Happiest of Birthdays, sweet Momma (and Tato)

Today is my mom's birthday and I miss her sorely, although I know that she is so super happy with Jesus now. My mother always made me feel loved and she was always there for me. She had me later in life and I never did get a brother or sister, just my dog Spot and I tried out the "calling him my brother thing" and she said no way, Jose' (pretty impressive since she didn't speak any Spanish, eh?), but the fact that she got this puppy for me was awesome in itself because we lived in an apartment complex and my "bedroom" was really the dining room (2 doorways, no doors). Which means that Spot (she thought that name was lame but that's what happens when you allow an eight year old free rein to name the dog...later I even decided on a better name, but apparently momma thought it was like naming a child and he was stuck with the lame name...have you noticed that I like the lame name rhyme?) had to be walked in the city of Chicago at least twice a day.

Gosh, I could do a whole post on Spot and the many neat tricks my mom so patiently taught him, but he could not find his way out of a wet paper bag (although one of the times we picked him up from the pound he LOOKED like he had been in several wet paper seems the dogs would get sprayed down with this gacky yellow-brown mixture to kill bugs and see just how much the owners really wanted them back. Did I mention that he smelled like he had a swim in a polluted, overgrown with algae and less than savory pond scum waterhole? We didn't/couldn't identify Spot...he identified us by his happy barks!!).

One of the wonderful things I remember about my mom is the fact that homeless or out of work men would show up at our back door and she'd fix them sandwiches (dad and I were always at home).

She shared a few (not enough though, rats) stories of her childhood. She was born and raised in a very small town in Nebraska where we went every summer for vacation...we're talking no lights, two grocery stores eventually, one restaurant, one barber (my uncle), one movie theater (opened whenever the urge hit the owner), a small newspaper, a farm goods store and fifty-three taverns (well, not really, but at least four or five!) She was very little when she and her six brothers and sisters helped the family move into their permanent new home. Wanting to help, she took the clothesline and it unraveled all the way to the new home (now everyone could find their way there and back)!

When she was in high school, she had a really close girl friend and they were mischievous (imagine that...see my roots?). Mom decided to play a little prank on her girlfriend and put a tack through an erasure on her friend's seat. Sad to say, her friend came in to school late and was really mad (see...anger never pays) so she slammed down her books on her desk (at this point mom is thinking yikes, holy moly, rats, HELP) and sat down with a slam too! The friend jumped back up and let out a bloodcurdling scream. The alarmed teacher asked her what on earth was wrong, but being the devoted friend that she was, my mom's friend calmly (and painfully) said "Oh nothing" and sat back down (after extracting the offending tack) very gingerly. WOW, is that inspiring or what?

This post is being done in blue because was her favorite I'm off (not only that, I'm leaving) on a mission (yup, probably mission impossible) to find some image or picture to put in this will be a 'to be continued' post....
Well, I finally just had to take a picture as blog post refused to upload what I scanned. this is a VERY special pin that my daughter-in-law bought for me shortly after my mother passed away. First, some significance for you: Feeling pretty crushed and going back home after the burial, I happened to step out of the car and see a beautiful butterfly on the bush in front of the house ( a rarity for me to catch) which immediately comforted me because my mother knew of my love for butterflies, so I felt it was a message from her. A few days later my daughter-in-law's eye was caught by a butterfly pin in a spot where she normally would not look, at the retail store she worked, and it was BLUE and she felt the urge to buy it, as if my momma was telling her.

The obvious and wonderful blessing here is of my mother's sweet love.


  1. I loooved your post today! Your Mom sounds like she was a really great person. From the stories you relate I could imagine her to have the biggest heart for people, especially her family. I suppose you have lit a candle for her today and I know she is watching over you.

  2. Thank you so much for the call out on your blog, you are so sweet. I love your post on your mother. Happy to say Dylan is well on the road to recovery and I will be too after a good night's sleep in my own bed. Again I thank you my friend, I love your attitude and the sunshine you send to everyone through your blog. Hugs:)

  3. Your Mom sounds awesome, and she raised an awesome girl too!
    You always make me smile!
    Prayers to you and yours.

  4. I miss my momma, too. I can't wait to see her again!!

    The tack story is hilarious!!!

  5. Don't know if I mentioned the fact that I also grew up in Chicago.My mom lives here in southern Il. now also. As much as she gets on my nerves at times,I too remember all of the sacrifices she made for my brother and I after she divorced my dad.I hope your memories bring you joy of days gone by.And know that our future holds all of the Lords promises, that your mom now knows.

  6. Thanks for visiting my blog..I hope you come back and visit me soon!! I love to make new friends! I love what you wrote about your mom..especially that she fed the needy and the part about the clothesline..too sweet! My own Mom is in the hospital today. She thought maybe she was having a stroke. They kept her overnight for observation. She is doing alright though. She is talking and getting around. She has severe panic attacks I think and hope that is what is going on (again)..You were lucky to have had such a sweet Momma..and that is a TRUE blessing!! Have a wonderful weekend!

  7. Hola! bueno, espero la continuación del relato! lo que pasa es que cuando uno habla de su madre, no puede ahorrar palabras!! siempre son pocas para, hablar de ella.
    Gracias por pasar siempre po mi blog! y gracias por el comentario, en el homenaje a los chicos de Malvinas, amiga, en las guerras, nunca se gana no? pues el solo hecho de que una vida se pierda, de manera tan injusta, ya me parece inútil, porque será que se empeñan en gastar tanto dinero en armas...cuando hay tantos que no tiene para comer...bueno amiga, te dejo un besito enoooorme y que tengas una linda semana!! nos vemos!!!

  8. Blessings (Marcy) Thanks for visiting me today. You don't need to know how to put up pictures (or much of anything) when you have such beautiful hair. ;-)

    Send me an email and I'll tell you how to do it. It's really simple!

  9. That is so very sweet about the butterfly pin.


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