I hope all the mothers out there have a great day. I know you are remembered and loved. If someone forgets, it is the MALE genes in him. If a guy forgets it is probably because he is divorced or single. We depend on the ‘clock and date’ brain of the female. It is a fact men are more prone to forget special days than the female part of the human race. I have to admit, at least once, I forgot Sherry’s birthday. I had several ‘great excuses’ but none held water when the ‘rubber met the road’.
(Jack Jr., Steve and Josh took Sherry out for dinner Sat.)
A few years later the TV happened to be on and John Hagee, Paula’s neighbor in San Antonio, was on the air. He said, “Men, I have the foolproof way of never forgetting your wife’s birthday,” (my ears perked up) after a pause he continued, “Just forget it one time!” I called to Sherry, the man is a genius! LOL
(Mark, took us out today for Mothers Day!)
Anyway there is nothing in this world that means more than the title, “Mother”.
My dad was a preacher, he very seldom got LOUDLY upset, but when he did, mama was his sounding board. Once, I heard it. Some minister had hurt dad’s ego, mom said, “Frank the man is under a lot of pressure, his church isn’t doing well.”
(My mama Grace Missouri Loyd Darnell)
Dad said, “Grace, you would find something good to say about the devil!”
Mama very sweetly, “ Honey, he does work hard!”
Then they both had a good laugh. I was in the kitchen and had a smile myself.
(Sherry’s mama, Susie Hawes Harris)
Sherry had a wonderful mother also, she died in my arms. What a wonderful Mother-in-law. NEVER a bad word to say about anyone, and her WORD was as good as gold.
My mama loved the position of pastor’s wife. I never once heard her complain. Early in life when food was scarce, she could make the best water gravy.
She knew stuff, One Saturday Roy Rogers was playing at the show. I stole 50 cents from her purse. I put it in my shirt pocket. Mama was on front porch when I went out.
“Jackie, your shoe is untied.” (it was) I bent down to tie it and the money hit the porch.
All she said was, “Where did that come from?”
I cried, confessed, I gave her the money. She hugged me, and said, “ Now you go play.” That was my mama in a nutshell. THE BEST!
(Yeah, I know, Your mama was the best. Funny ain’t it, all mamas can the best, truly!!!!)
Church bulletin blooper:
The pastor would appreciate it if the ladies of the Congregation would lend him their electric girdles for the pancake breakfast next Sunday
(Everything is getting electric nowadays)
1964 Studebaker Hawk! Hood UP