Gravy Goes With Everything

My earliest memory of Pauline was of her standing on top of a chair, screaming as a mouse ran across the floor. This would not have been the usual, stoic, keep-it-together mom that was obvious to me later in life. I do not remember other episodes of this woman being hysterical, losing it to furry critters or when life was a bit topsy-turvey. I seldom saw my mother sweat, but perhaps growing up the youngest girl in a family ofRead more

Her Hands

  “God has given us two hands, one to receive with and the other to give with.” ~Billy Graham~ Long, slender fingers Touched by the passing of ninety-eight years And the slight wrinkle of a Shar-Pei Daughter squeezes memories of her childhood Of wars, depressions and political elections Of marriage, babies and Catholic faith A fleshy grip that once held adult refreshment Now holds a warming cup of thickened brown The digits shake dinner’s fork and spoon And point toRead more

Mom, at 98

Today, August 6th, is my mother’s birthday. She turned a whopping 98. I don’t know how she does it. I call her the Face of Resilience, the Energizer Bunny, The Little Engine that Could. She keeps going and going and going and going. Then again, she was more interested in sleeping than talking with her daughter on this momentous occasion. I could only wake her with the allure of food and the cheesecake I brought as a birthday treat. InRead more

Parental Admiration

Weekly Photo Challenge: Show us someone or something you admire (and tell us about them, too)! Hands down, I admire my parents the most. Evan and Pauline. They met and and began dating while both were working at the Great Atlantic and Pacific Tea Company (A&P grocery store) in the early 1950’s. Evan was a manager and Pauline a bookkeeper. When my father was transferred to a store in the small burg of Waupaca, he decided that my mother should followRead more

“I don’t know…”

Time spent with mom has been alternately difficult and smile-inducing the past few weeks. She falls deeper into a mind that forgets days and dates and confuses the people that have consumed her life. Her world-in-the-now grows smaller as her world from the past paints the larger portion of her landscape. I repeat (several times) to mom the day of the week that I’m there to visit and the month of my birthday. And of my brother’s birthday. Mom believes that she missedRead more

Treasured Beads

Two days after dad went to meet his heavenly Father in May of 2010, my brother, his girlfriend and I started the process of going through his minimal belongings. Mom and dad had downsized greatly in the moves from a home to an apartment to assisted living, which left them with a few pieces of furniture, their clothes and one or two treasures they held close. Dad had a three-drawer dresser that held a variety of items: Pajamas, T-shirts, towels,Read more