“Yes, Mother. I can see you are flawed. You have not hidden it. That is your greatest gift to me.”
She was beautiful, my mom. She was an athlete and a free spirit which was unusual-or maybe not-for that time. She LOVED to swim and ice skate. Thank goodness I took to ice skating pretty quickly because swimming was not my favorite. Those of you who know me well will see the irony in that.
When she was younger, she tried out for the Ice Follies. It was more ice dancing than the Ice Capades and apparently was packed and ready to go until her mother (she of the no fluids after Wheel of Fortune Fame) put the kabosh on that. “No good Catholic daughter of mine is traveling around the world alone! I won’t have it!” And that was that.
My mom grew up in Oakland, outside of Pgh and she met my Dad when he was a student at Carnegie Tech (now CMU) and the rest was history, a traditional (Catholic) marriage and 4 kids. My Dad was NOT athletic! He loved to tinker, bake, read and garden. I think that’s what she loved about him.
I love this picture of my parents looking at each other.
She had a big blue station wagon and taught me the value of driving and listening to your kids with their friends when they just think of you as the chauffeur. THAT was smart! That station wagon was the bane and blessing of the neighborhood. On one hand, it (meaning she) drove us to the drive ins in the summer, but in the winter, when the rule was, if the bus couldn’t get to your street, school for you was canceled, my mom would be on her way to work and see us waiting for the bus. She’d pull over, pick up every kid who could fit in the car (and a station wagon in the 60s could fit a LOT of kids) and off to school she would take us. Yes, popular, I was not for that!
So many fun memories. My mom loved to have fun, be fun and make fun. I don’t have time to write it all right now!
I wish she were here so we could compare notes and laugh and see what a terrific grandson she has. She loves him so much and I know is watching over us all. Love you Mom!
That’s what I’m thinking about today. Mom. Hug yours if she’s here.
I did a little dyeing yesterday. I love color, but maybe I’ll do a bit of natural black and white yarn. Mom used to sketch on a notebook with a charcoal pencil. Loved doing that together!
In the meantime, remember to wash your hands, don’t touch your face, stay home but if you MUST go out, wear a mask and keep the length of an alpaca cria (which is a baby alpaca and about 3 feet long) between you and the next person.
Have a blessed day!