Tuesday, February 10, 2009

How it all started: My Mom

When I think of my Mom I remember her always being there for us. She was a stay at home Mom or as they were known back then was a homemaker, or a housewife. When you think about that now, a homemaker; in a way she was. She made sure the house was clean, the meals cooked, the kids bathed, washed and ironed the clothes, helped with homework, and whatever else needed to be done. She made the house feel like home. Somewhere warm and safe, no matter what we faced at school, and life in general in our later years after we got married and moved away from home. I never remember going shopping for clothes until maybe high school when it was just me and my younger brother at home. My Mom sewed, so she made mine and my sister's clothes. But I thought they were just as good as the store bought clothes my brothers got to wear. I guess we never knew any different so we didn't think any differently about it. I remember when my brothers asked for Converse All Star shoes and my Dad saying you're paying for a name. But yet they are still around because Michael has had some of them. So they must be pretty good shoes. lol
Daddy worked shift work so my Mom had to cook at different times of the day depending on the shift he was on. But I never remember hearing her complain.
Sunday afternoons when Daddy was at work was always bologna sandwiches, chips, and ice cream coke floats. I thought that was the best meal there could be. Because Mama splurged and bought chips and coke, that was the only time I remember having either of them. That was later when probably only three or four of us was at home. Every Wednesday was hamburgers. We ate chicken and hamburger a lot because even today it's the cheapest to fix. I remember having a vegetable garden and helping out with it in the summer as soon as we were old enough. So we always had fresh vegetables. She even took the old bread and made bread pudding. It's hard to describe but it was so good. I remember it had butter and cinnamon/sugar on top of it and definitely no raisins. I ask her now and then for the recipe and she tells me "you don't need it". Because I take after my daddy's side and have always been overweight, whereas my Mom is just the opposite.
Please don't think we were ever poor. We weren't but we weren't rich either. But she knew how to stretch a dollar and make sure we had what we needed.
I don't remember her making us do that many chores. Even back then I loved to cook but she didn't like us in her kitchen. I'm the same way now, I don't want anyone in my kitchen making a mess. We were required to keep our rooms cleaned. I guess she figured if we messed them up we needed to clean them.
I see myself in some of her ways. Like I would rather do something myself, that way if it doesn't get done right I only have myself to blame.
Maybe that's why it's hard for her to sit still even now. She has always been chasing kids, and taking care of chores for most of her life. She got married the first time when she was only fourteen and had her first child my oldest brother when she was fifteen. Before then she was the oldest of seven so she helped her Mom take care of her younger brothers and sisters.
I believe she was more the disciplinary one. Or so when it came to me. Because my Dad never spanked me. Maybe because I was a girl not really sure. Because I remember him spanking the boys.
Apparently Mama has always been hard to buy for because I remember more than one Christmas, that Daddy gave her money. But it was really neat how he did it. There would be this big box under the tree for Mama, this was when I was older and can remember it. She would unwrap it and there would be another wrapped box, and it kept on this way. Not to mention the bricks in it to make it heavy. Through about six boxes until the last one was a small match box, not even sure if they even make them now. There would be a folded up $50.00 bill in it. In which back in the late 60's early 70's that probably seemed like a lot. One other time stands out and he did the same thing but in the match box was a new wedding band. She doesn't like gold jewelry would rather have silver. She doesn't like real flowers either. I assume the flowers is because they die and to her that's a waste of money. So one year Daddy gave her silk ones for Valentine's Day that sat on the dining room table for years. Not sure if she still has them or not. I'm sure she does somewhere.
Back then we never knew what germ a phob was or we would have probably thought she was one. She definitely likes things to be clean. The way you see her house on special occasions, it is the same way on an ordinary day. Constantly spotless. I remember coming home from school and she would be cleaning the baseboards or washing windows. That's two things that I do very rarely. But her house is and has always been clean from top to bottom. Even with six kids in the house.
Megan wonders what her secret is, and maybe that's it, that she stays busy and that keeps her so healthy. She's 73 and can run circles around most of us. Meaning she still cleans all day and keeps one very active little girl and takes it all in stride. And if there's nothing to do inside and it's a nice day you can find her outside finding something to keep her busy. And we very rarely see her tired. But then again I say we come from a line of very strong women. She is, and her Mom was also. Her Mom lived to be 93 and there wasn't many a day that I remember being around her that she wasn't busy doing something. So girls in our family it looks like we have a long, busy, healthy life ahead of us.


  1. I love that you are blogging about your parents. Being a grandchild I see them differently than you have. We never saw them enough growing up (a few times a week wasn't enough to know all that you know about them).
    I see that I can blame my grandma for the traits I have...cleaning, doing things myself & STAY out my kitchen!
    I hope that she is writing in her journal jar b/c I would love to sit down with her one day & read what she has already written.
    And gosh I loved when Grandmama made me a something. She was so good at it.

  2. I had to comment on this.... you described her just as Billy did.
    What an amazing lady of faith and strength! I admire and respect her so much- to have gone through so many losses and still keep her good attitude and kind spirit. She has helped me so much the way she handled her losses- it gave me strength. I need to take a little lesson from her- to stay busy! One more thing you mentioned but I should say- She is a FANTASTIC cook!!! I will always remember how good the meals she made on holidays at her house. She is certainly a Mother to be proud of.
    I love Mrs. Kersey!

  3. I completely understand now. You didn't have to clean when you were growing up, so that's why you don't now. And that's why I had so many chores growing up - which I am glad of - because now I have such a clean house that grandma was impressed when she was here last week! (I am trying to be funny, but I don't think it's working.) Anyway, Grandma is the best! I think I might write a little something about her myself.

  4. I laughed Megan. I did. That little crack you took at your mom was indeed funny.
    Maybe it skipped a generation.
    No b/c Dad is someone of a clean person...somewhat I say b/c his cleaning is never "Brandi clean" but I remember growing up he was so stricked about our house being clean. And he did most of it.

    Aunt T - you are inspiring us to blog about them now.

  5. What a nice childhood you had. Sounds like your parents were honest hard working and had strong family values. You are surely Blessed.

  6. Thank you Janis for the nice comment.


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