MY MOM

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My mother was a part of the Greatest Generation – those who held tightly to their spiritual beliefs, weren’t afraid to go to war to defend their country or to stay at home and work for the war effort – people cared about each other in a way that has long since disappeared.

She was only 20 years old the day after Pearl Harbor.  At that age, many of our young people today, have never experienced the ravages of war.  Many have lost their patriotism, given up on their country, are afraid to stand up for truth for fear of offending anyone. There is no longer a fear and awe of the One True God.

My mom would’ve been 95 today.  I wish we could still be celebrating her birthday with her, but  I treasure the precious memories she gave me.

My parents never had much materially.  Dad held two or three jobs to make ends meet and my mom could stay at home and raise the family.  We always had a Christmas tree – even if it was the last one on the lot.  There were handmade ornaments, tons of tinsel and popcorn on a string to finish it off.  Christmas cookies were made from scratch and decorated with great care. My sister and I were always beautifully dressed for the church active Christmas activities.  Mom curled my hair with rags and transformed my naturally straight hair into lovely, golden locks, held tightly in place with a ribbon that matched my dress.

At times that hairbrush turned into a weapon.  Though she never raised a hand to spank us, we knew that brush could do a pretty good job of scaring the pants off of us.

My mother was the most beautiful woman I knew.  She worked at having perfect eyebrows until the day of her death.  An eyebrow pencil was a regular resident in her purse and she often said, “don’t let me go to the hospital or die without my eyebrows.

She made the best soups with homemade dumplings and noodles – hand shredding vegetables and simmering the brew over the stove.  She rolled dough for the noodles and placed the dough over the back of the kitchen chair and then cut it into yummy pasta.

I thought more of her as an older sister.  Our twenty year age difference allowed that.  She had an amazing faith and she and my dad made sure we had a Christian education, even though it meant more jobs for dad and a reluctant agreement that mom would  work to help pay for it.

The most wonderful memory she gave me was to have a patient love. She showed that in her relationship with my dad, my sister and I, but she also was incredibly thoughtful and had a genuine concern for other people.  I guess that’s what endeared her to everyone.

My mom, my daughter and granddaughter all have birthdays in December so this month is extra memorable for all of us.  Mom taught me what Christmas really meant.  It wasn’t the pretty dresses or presents – it was about sacrifice at the highest level.  That was all I needed to know.  She lived as a follower of Christ and as a servant of Him and others.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!  SEE YOU IN HEAVEN.

 

 

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About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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21 Responses to MY MOM

  1. What a lovely photograph of your mother! And, this was a lovely tribute. 🙂

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  2. They truly were the Greatest Generation!! My Mom had just turned 24 a month before Pearl Harbor. My Dad served in both WW I and WWw II by lying about his age. I agree with you that the younger generations son’t have any appreciation for the values that we were instilled with, but I blame our generation and those of our own children for not passing down those values. We all need to repent for that mistake.

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      Ain’t that the truth. A whole new generation brought up by those not insisting that they grow up with those values. Repent indeed. We are all guilty as can be.

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  3. You had a wonderful mom. Happy Birthday to her in Heaven

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  4. a beautiful tribute to a beautiful lady by a beautiful lady—Happy Birthday indeed!!!

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  5. Wally Fry says:

    You look like her to me. Well written, she would be proud

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  6. A touching and heartfelt post. She is beautiful.

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  7. Andy Oldham says:

    You have a beautiful blog. I love your memories. I look forward to reading more. Thank you for following my blog!

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  8. Isn’t that interesting? My mother felt the same way, and yet, she quietly brought carload after carload to church and youth activities all the time. I feel as though I knew your mom; she sounds so much like mine. Huge hugs! ❤

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