What a wonderful weekend for Mother’s Day! We would appreciate it if you could tell your mother how happy she is and what she means to you. I was able to see what was left of the family living around here. Lorraine and I could see our children and her mother here. I wish I could say everything was great with my family, but I got sick and my brother was on the verge of meeting his maker in Idaho. He has been ill for some time with this terrible cancer that takes many of our friends.
As you know, Mother’s Day was first recognized in 1907 by a young woman named Anna Jarvis. She wanted to pay homage to her mother’s activities and show how much she was attentive to the work she was doing.
One day, just before 2000, when I was still working to send fresh vegetables to the East Coast, I sat in the office to kill time and read an article by Ellen Goodman, a syndicated columnist in many American newspapers. I was there. She was asking who we should name as “women of the century”. For some reason, that column caught my attention — probably because I lost my mother a year ago. It was accompanied by a flimsy excuse for the famous woman of the day. I didn’t even know who some of them were, but I knew one thing, for me my mother should have been a competitor.
The women, written by Goodman, didn’t raise four violent boys, making sure their father’s salary remained in their pockets, so she could buy a month’s worth of groceries. It was. They didn’t drive my brother and me to a bean field, a row of cotton, or a patch of potatoes. There young men and women worked with us to allow them to eat for another month. All the work was hard and hot, but that was our life and we knew nothing about the extra money for movies and new clothes.
He often had multiple beers, remembering his idea of stopping by for a beer on his way home with my dad. When that happened, one of our boys reminded Dad that it was time to enter the facility and go home. Mom used one of us because she once went to the bar herself and didn’t like what she saw. In addition to being a deep believer in her god, she was convinced that her marriage vow was intended to cover such an era. She wasn’t physically here, but she wasn’t far from the thoughts of all the kids.
Yesterday I was once again in awe of her common sense and faith. My daughter and husband came to our house and watched cod as a kid, but now they are mothers and grandmothers and are recognized as responsible.
To be honest, we didn’t sit down and celebrate my mother or Nerda, Lorraine’s mother. They were busy cooking great food and made sure they had everything they needed to remember the day. We are probably as family as yours. We love every mother in the world. Because they are the foundation on which we build our lives. My son was able to join us, and when the whole family was here, Lorraine and her mother had delicious food, cold drinks and smiles that their men would melt our hearts. Make sure it is provided.
I gave up much of my responsibility to host a boy. They are exactly the same as their uncle. It’s full of competition and vocal jibes that entertain most of the elderly. They want to be the meat cooks we eat, and they both insist that they either burn steaks or don’t finish it enough for their grandmother. I’m sure I can stop the flicker, but after your child leaves home, no one makes a decision. I’m happy just to stand and wish good luck. When meals are served, stop in addition to all the jib of each other.
I found that I couldn’t give me all the wonderful feelings I had when I had the whole family. Nerda, the patriarch of this group, thanked her daughter and boy, and I devoted love in a bushel basket for their mom. I also noticed how hard all women worked to prepare and serve food, and confirmed that everyone was nourished and happy.
The day ended with our celebration and thanked God for our blessing. After serving the last steak and salad, we all felt great. Austin and Reed were still discussing which one could serve a better steak, but that’s just their way of saying they love each other.
My wonderful bride was the most diligent and had to bring something home later, so she spared nothing to make sure the boy was smiling. Nerda has confirmed that all desserts are wonderful and sweet. I can’t think of a better way to spend the day. God bless.
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