Insightful

I wanted to post something, anything to bring life to my blog, my thoughts my ideas.
My brain wants a holiday.
So today as I teased David about the East side Tucker Oaks Golf club, on the West side of the airport drive. I thought.
East???My mom always called Yeast, East. Now my Mom was a very intelligent lady, and I wonder if in school she was taught to keep the Y silent?
Just a thought.
My Mom was my idol. I did not know it until I was older, but now I look back on her life, our life, how I learned and how I grew and   I know it all came from her perseverance.
While  working I have a difficult time removing rind from gourmet cheese. I do not want to leave a single bite of cheese on that rind. I learned to peel potatoes that way too, No potato left on as that was food and food was not wasted. Therefore that is why I peel my potatoes paper thin.
Grandma Tuberville told me, (as she watched me peel potato's one day)
"You are the only one I ever saw that could peel potatoes like your Mama, You waste nothing"
I said, "Of course I learned from the Master potato peeler"

I thank God every day for a Mom who could step in and take control of a family of 8 children and raise them in a godly manner.
When she lost Daddy, Mama was 38, 38 Years old. Oh my she was so  young.
But her heart was to raise us and keep us safe, warm and fed. She did that and often we had the most modern clothes, Nehru jackets, Liz Taylor blouses, Pleated skirts, Crinolines, 100 yard crinolines, Hoop slips. What ever was the rage we did have it.
Mama knew how it felt to not belong and she wanted us to Belong and feel a part of life around us, In style.
She was amazing and I think of her a lot lately. I think of her when I look in the mirror, When I see a strawberry blond elderly lady, When I see a young widow.
I see my Mom everywhere and in all my crafts, baking, painting, cleaning, sharing.
She did all of that, She was a great artist with her hands.
Her hands made works of art in her quilts and each stitch was made with love.

So that is my honor today to remember my Mama.
Lord how I miss that voice. That laughter when David would cut up., The hugs as she grabbed grandchildren as they pranced through her living room. She had to have those little hugs. My Son, Ken was placed in her arms the minute I walked in her house in December 1967. She had not seen him and her arms were out and out of her mouth came, "Give me that baby."
That is a special memory.
She then grabbed Charles to hug and love on and of course I was last. That was OK I do the same thing when I see my Grands.