I Remember Mama

4 generations of Baker FamilyWe’re heading into May, the month we celebrate our Mother’s. I’m going to share a memory of my mother and would you like to share one too? Please do! I will feature some in my late May newsletter and do a drawing for Kindle gift codes for some of my ebooks to a few random winners.

In the photo above, you see my grandfather, his mother (seated) holding my first cousin Marilyn and behind, her mother my aunt. I don’t have any photos of my mother digitized. I must do that soon. But this is her father and sister and gradmother. I never met my great-grandmother but the other three I knew. Family is so important and sometimes so difficult–you know what i mean!

Now a fond story of my complex mother. I must have been around 10 years old. That spring I found a baby robin sitting featherless in its broken shell on the ground. The destroyed nest lying nearby. I looked around and saw no other bird. I quickly cradled the little robin in my hand an ran home. Of course, my mother had a bird cage in the basement and soon Billy Boy (named by Mama) was in the cage. Mama fed him bread soaked in milk–probably not what a biologist would have suggested.

But Billy Boy survived and thrived on it as Mama fed him around the clock. When the time came, Mama took him out to the clothesline pole (remember those?) and sat him on it and before long he was coasting down to a landing and then he flew!

For the next three years Billy Boy returned to that clothesline every spring and would sing there until Mama came out to “talk” to him. Then the fourth spring he didn’t return. Sad but Billy Boy had three good years and no doubt a story to share with other robins along his way. I could tell you many more stories about my mother’s love for all animals and how she was their friend. She taught me much. I remember Mama. What about yours?–Lyn

 

 

 

 

 

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14 Responses to I Remember Mama

  1. Kathy Newcomer says:

    I remember when we were little my father would physically abuse my mother. She finally kicked him out and so had me and my five siblings on her own. My father paid very little in support, not even enough to pay the bills, much less buy enough groceries. This was in the late 60s, when things were different in the courts and fathers got away with a lot more than they do these days. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the money either since he had a good job. I guess he needed it to support his girlfriends. Anyway, I said all that so you’d understand about my mother. She has always put her children first. I remember sitting down to a dinner of macaroni and cheese and we’d ask her why she wasn’t eating and she would say that she ate while she was cooking it. She didn’t, it was just her way of making sure we had food to eat. I’ve never forgotten that.
    My mother now lives with my husband and me and is in poor health, but is still upbeat and loyal to her family. I thank God for her every day!

  2. Jackie W says:

    Growing up, my parents & 3 younger brothers enjoyed being outdoors, fishing, etc.
    In high school, I was assigned college English. I always enjoyed English but this particular class & teacher we’re extremely hard. I made my first ‘D’ and was devastated! My mother listened to me and was sympathetic. She took me fishing by myself and was so encouraging. This memory has stayed with me for 50 yrs. My Mom’s in Heaven now and I greatly miss her but I’ll see her again. Count me blessed.

  3. Terrie Stamey says:

    My mother was always so active! There was nine of us and that included a set of twins that were born in her forties, then one more! We came in groups of three. I was in the middle group. My fondest memory was of my mother playing with us outside. She could do the hula hoop like nobody’s business. She could also outdo any of us jumping rope! At only 5’2”, she was very feisty and loved life to the fullest. My dad was 6’2” tall, so we all were taller than she was! Miss her companionship so much!

  4. Alison Boss says:

    I remember when I was about 7 years old, I asked my mother if I could bike to the Five & Dime Store. My brothers were both busy and so my mother didn’t want me to bike there by myself for safety reasons. I remember being so disappointed and hanging my head in sadness. Then my mother lovingly said, “Why don’t you come to my store?”. I raised my head in wonder and curiousity. My mother reached up to a cupboard above the stove and brought down various candy treats…pixie sticks, tootsie rolls, gum balls, etc. She laid the candy out on the counter as she explained that each piece of candy was a penny per piece. I was so excited and ran to my bedroom to collect my change from my bank. I remember thinking what a wonderful mother I had, who invited me to her special store! It was way more fun then going to the Five & Dime Store. I still recall that fond memory like it was yesterday. My heart swells with love for my mom, for her love & for the creative alternative she made for me that day. I still experience that moment of awe and wonder that she did that for me. It is that example that I have sought to emmulate with my own children…a creative & loving alternative when sometimes something just doesn’t work out. Thanks, Mom!

  5. Jo Jones says:

    My Mother was on up in years and had quit traveling when I invited her to go to Maui with me. I said we would just lay around and I would rest up from my job. We did not rest. Every morning Mother go up and said where are we going today and we went somewhere on Maui every day.

  6. Shirl Halverson says:

    Before I started school my mother stayed at home and got her GED cause she married at 15 and quit to raise a family. After I started she went to work to help get us out of debt as my father wasn’t too good at finances. I remember mom reading to me at nap time and this is where I’ve gotten my love for books. But most of all I remember the time she made a pencil can for my collection from a yellow plastic comet can. She drew flowers and a phrase I’ll never forget. “Pretty is as pretty does, But ugly is to the bone. She never explained the saying to me as a child but later I came to realize in her unspoken way she was letting me know that now matter what I looked like on the outside it was what was on the inside that counts the most. I learned not to let bitterness and anger stray me and form me into an ugly person. Mom was by no means predigest but years later we were taking a trip and in the conversation she told me that there are good and bad in every race. Mom’s been gone about 3 years now but her legacy lives on.

  7. Becky Johnson says:

    My birthday was July 4th and my little sister was July 2nd so on the 3rd my mom would have a party in front yard and back yard for either one of us. she would go back and forth and we played games and my big sister and brother helped out. We were 5 yrs apart so we had different games for our age level. like : drop the clothespins in the bottle ,stack the metal empty juice cans to see how many you could stack,pin the tail on the donkey and others. we had our own cake and and our own party favors and had soooo much fun! Good ole days! My mom gave us our own special day with our friends and great memories!

  8. When my mom was 97 years young, she lived alone across the street from me and we got her up in the morning with breakfast and put her to bed at night. We were there during the day, too, but at night when we put her to bed she would always say “Asta le vista” (probably spelled wrong” and had to give her a kiss. If not, she would call my hand on it. She’s been gone now 11 years and still miss her so much.

  9. Nancy Struble says:

    My mom!! So overly protective and not afraid of a thing. In summer our local park had band concerts and sing fests along with them. As two plus years older than my sister, I was designated person in charge and had to take her with me to the park–about six blocks away. Mom gave us each ten cents to buy cotton candy (spun on a stick) from the vendor truck in the street by the park. This particular time, after we purchased our treat and turned to walk away, some “big” boys thought it great fun to knock our treats to the ground, stomp on it and laugh. We ran home and told Mom. With righteous indignation, she marched us right back to the park, gave us each another ten cents to buy more while she hid behind a tree. When we turned away from the vendor, the boys stepped in to redo their deed. Mom stormed out from her place of hiding and started after them. She chased them for about two city blocks to where the police saw her grab one of the boys. They stepped in at that point. I still remember being scared but so proud of her. This was about 1948.

  10. Valerie says:

    When we were younger, I remember my mom taking my sister and I to the Mother Daughter Banquet at our church every year. Some years it was a brunch or a tea. We got to dress up and she always took us. When my girls were little we lived in a different state but I remember going home and taking them to it with my mom.