Because things are not going so good with all the techie stuff, I thought I'd do something different. Kate recently did a post about her mother after being inspired by this post. So I'm going to do something similar.
My mother never danced. She liked music and we had a combination radio and record player from as far back as I can remember. It played 78's and my parents had stacks of them but she only sat and listened. I still have a box full of those old 78's upstairs.
My mother never had a dirty house. She was extremely organized and everything got done on a specific day of the week. People always said you could eat off my mother's floors. I used to wear white bobby socks and after walking around the house all day in them there was never any sign of dirt on the bottoms. She was an excellent housekeeper...unlike me! Strangely, she never taught me anything about cleaning. I never had any chores to do.
My mother was also a very good cook. Nothing fancy, just good wholesome food. She cooked what my dad liked and that was it. We never had fish because he didn't like it. We never had fried chicken because he didn't like it. We never had cakes because he didn't like them. The only time my mother made cake was for my birthday. But we had pies and cookies and ice cream all the time. Pecan pie was one of my mom's specialties and I love it to this day. My mother never taught me to cook.
My mother sewed most of my clothes but seldom made anything for herself. She liked to do embroidery and it turned up on dish towels, dresser scarves, pillowcases, and tablecloths. It's the one thing my mother taught me how to do.
My mother loved to read. It's one of my best memories of her...my mother curled up on the couch with a book in her hand. And a cup of coffee beside her. She drank coffee all day long.
My mother never wore bright colors until she was in her later years. She almost always wore dark colors but she always looked nice. Every Friday night we went out for dinner. And I don't mean to something like McDonald's either. We dressed up and went to a nice restaurant with tablecloths and candlelight...sometimes one with a live band and dancing. But my mother never danced.
My mother didn't like anything crude or crass or rude. She was always a lady about everything. She would have a gin and Squirt when we went out for dinner but I never knew her to drink much at all. My mother never drank beer that I know of. She smoked Pall Mall cigarettes, and I remember when I was very little she told me not to tell my dad! I guess he must have found out about it because later she smoked in front of him. The only person she never smoked in front of was her mother.
My mother loved my father very much and was devastated when he left us for another woman who had six children! I don't think she ever got over that. When she died I found a packet of love letters my dad wrote to her before they were married. She had them tied together with a ribbon and hidden in her closet. They're written in pencil and fading from time.
My mother was not religious. We never went to church. She grew up with a mother who was very religious and my mother didn't like anything about it.
My mother died early at the age of 63. She had lupus but never told anyone...not me, not her sisters, not anyone. She was a very private person and didn't ever share her feelings with me. I'm sad that we never really knew each other. She was a good person but too private.
My mother would have been 97 years old this year. I miss her and wish she could see how my life turned out. I think she'd be surprised.