My mama.

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 Oh yeah, that Studebaker!

Mother’s Day

Kathryn Forbes wrote a book, ‘Remembering Mama,’ many years ago. It became a play and a long running TV series.

Mothers are unique. Most likely a book could be written about every mama. Most mothers are revered and honored, as they should be.

My mother’s name was Grace Missouri Gertrude Lloyd. She said her parents said she married ‘down’ when she accepted that Frank Darnell’s proposal. He was only a farmer, Mama’s family owned a store in Eastanollie, Georgia and a farm.

She birthed 7 children, 5 lived to be adults. She learned raising 3 children during the depression, to create meals out of what was available. Shirley and I were born after most of the hard times. There were a few times we had her ‘Loblolly’ (as she called it), a sort of gravy over biscuits. When things were tight.

She was a stable force behind dad. She backed his ideas and plans.

Mama knew stuff. Once when I had ‘stolen’ 50cents from mama’s purse and walked out on the porch. I was 7, and planned to sneak off to the movies.  Boy do I remember it.

“Jackie, your shoe is untied,” she said. I bent down to tie the shoe and the coin fell out of my shirt pocket.

She only said, “Wonder where that came from? Maybe you should put it back.”

All I could say was “Yes ma’am.” And I did.

There were hundreds of incidents but another I remember as a teen, I slipped out the upstairs window and shinned down the side porch post. I meet my friends to just ‘mess around.’ When I came back to sneak in the back door (no one locked their doors) as I started up the stairs to my room mama called out, “Jackie, there is a sandwich in the oven.”

No one pulled the wool over mama’s eyes.

One more that daddy told on mama. He was a district pastor and was complaining to mama about a pastor who could not get along with his leading members. Mama had said, “Frank, remember he is new and having to adjust a lot.”

“Grace, you would find something good to say about the devil!”

He said mama just smiled and said, “Honey, the devil works hard.”

That was my mama, (one of)  the most wonderful mothers in the world.

There have been some wonderful women in my life. Sherry my wife, Susie her mama, Katherine my sister and Corinne, (my ex DIL who today sent us corn from the farmers market). NOT JUST AS MOTHERS, but this world would be pathetic without solid women to give stability.

Nite Shipslog

PS:  You know, I cannot think of a man who compares with Helen Keller!

PS2: Did I read that sign right?
Message on a leaflet:
IF YOU CANNOT READ, THIS LEAFLET WILL TELL YOU HOW TO GET LESSONS.