The other day, Violet's sewing basket fell down from a shelf in the closet
and these jewels came sparkling down.
This one was saved for Kellie
when we went through Mom's things
to sell the homeplace.
I wore this one yesterday for Mother's Day
My little tribute to Violet.
And to Grace.
The jewels in my basket of memories.
My two moms.
It's funny which memories come to mind
when I think of them.
My Mom, Grace, brings back pictures of
hanging clothes out on the line.
Dancing to Perry Como and Nat King Cole
in the kitchen.
Frying zucchinni in the summer and
Self - sacrificing.
She took me to see Carousel and Camelot
live on stage in St. Louis.
We always stopped at Steak and Shake on the way home.
We went downtown St. Louis to shop for her shoes...
size 12 AAAA.
She was the tallest, thinnest woman I knew.
She loved having her hair done and her nails
She didn't yell at me for getting sick during a lunch
and fashion show at Famous Barr tearoom.
She let me order pie at Mrs. Hullings cafeteria lunches.
She took me to Boyd's diner for a hamburger
after piano lessons on Saturdays.
She made me practice piano for a half and hour
every day after school before I could go out and play.
For 10 years.
She made me play the piano for friends when they
would come over to visit.
They would all sit around the living room
and listen to my little concerts.
I hated that.
But some of her friends were old world Germans
and they always brought over this luscious
cake that had about 15 eggs in it and it tasted like heaven.
You had to play for your cake!
We always went to downtown St.Louis on one night
during the Christmas season to look at the
fabulous displays in the store windows.
They were animated and so detailed.
My mom made sure I was in church every Sunday.
It was not up for debate.
My mom took a lot of lip from me, and Im sure a lot of
eye rolling, sighing, and brooding.
She never yelled.
She taught me to sew.
My mom went to a ladies group called
Extension. I never knew what it was
but one day they did a craft project where
they brought a pair of shoes they didn't like
She totally covered hers with
I guess they decoupaged them...
I never saw her wear those shoes,
but I loved them.
I wish my Mom could have met Jim and the kids,
and oh how she would have loved to meet
Olivia and Annalie.
She must be busy now with her flower gardens, singing and dancing
She was a jewel..
a Godly woman full of life,
faithful and strong.
I miss her on Mother's Day.
Violet became my mom in 1973.
I didn't fully appreciate her gifts until
I had some time to grow up a little.
Her life was harder and more complicated than most.
But she managed to inject
some beauty into her life
with her gardens
She worked harder than
anyone should have to
and it wore her out.
But she kept on.
Her body kept falling apart
and the doctors kept putting it
back together again.
We called her The Bionic Woman.
She raised 5 great kids
made the best cookies and pies you ever ate.
She kept her house clean and the kids clean
and got the whole brood to church
no matter what.
She canned and canned and cooked and cooked,
probably more hours of her life
than anything else.
She kept 4 rowdy boys in line,
and made them cut their own whipping switches
from the tree.
She killed and cleaned the chickens for Sunday dinner.
These are not my memories of her.
My memories are of a woman
who cared for her husband with Alzheimers disease.
Lunches at Hardee's every week and
trips to WalMart
A woman who never had anything fancy,
but who had love for her family
and endurance for the long journey.
A woman of faith in the Good Lord.
A woman who prayed and read her Bible every morning
Even after she couldn't really see that well.
A jewel. A strong woman.
I miss her on Mother's Day.
I am blessed beyond measure
to have known them both.