Specific things I miss the most about my Mom. Things to remember when I am home sick and homesick.
1. Getting tucked into bed. Mom really did pull the covers tight and tuck them in on the sides. I was the flat girl pancake pressed between scratchy wool US Navy blankets and cool sun dried sheets.
2. Getting treated special when I was sick. Welch's Concord Grape Juice, tea in the tea pot, Jack and Jill Magazine, new paper dolls and scissors, and Waverly Crackers, all hand carried on a tray up the pine stairs to my room.
Scituate Light House my brother Chip |
4. Getting the sand rinsed off after a day at the beach. Mama would have the old blue enamel wash basin out on the grass in the back yard ready and waiting with water warmed from the sun. Me small enough to fit into it and Mama washing "all the sand away from the nooks and crannies."
5. Learning all the things she taught me. How to wash dishes. The magic of A.A. Milne's House at Pooh Corner, sewing clothes for my doll. Teaching me to knit from The Mary Francis Knitting Book. How to feel the breeze on my skin and think it is really truly Heaven.
Our Kitchen in Scituate |
Summer's arrival |
7. Lying with her on her bed in the dark when I was a teenager. That was when and where we could talk and talk about anything. Books, our art projects, boys, faith, heartbreaks, and what is important. "Always Love and Always Keep the Door Open."
Birthdays |
Keep traditions alive. She made me the same birthday cake every year. Chocolate devils food with Mocha icing.
We still have her Christmas Stocking |
9. Playing with my Mom's treasures. My favorite was her button tin. A black canister that was hand gold leafed by her. It was filled to the brim with vintage buttons. My treasures where her treasures. How I would love to have that tin back and sit on the floor once more sifting button after button through my fingers. Watching them spill out into a magic kaleidoscope of colors. Mama saying "oh I remember where that one came from" and it would be off some ancient wardrobe article from the 20's or 30's. The black jet buttons where our favorites. They were older than time and had been on some Great Grandparent's clothing. Daddy even had buttons in the tin that he made from Walrus tusk and petrified wood. He carved them during the freezing dark nights that he spent guarding our country on duty in the Aleutian Islands in WWII.
Mom's teapot and tea tray that she carried upstairs to my bedroom when I was sick. |
10. My mother's voice. The things she said. The things she repeated over and over. The story's she told me. When I was having a bad dream... She said, "I'm here, just close your eyes and go to sleepy." When I had a fever.... She took a cool wash cloth and wiped my face and said, " There they go I am washing away all the bads and replacing them with only goods."
her 90th birthday |
She never said it, but she showed me where God lives in all things.