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Tag: Mother’s Day

“A wreath of rhymes wherewith to crown your honoured name”*

by chuckofish

It’s finally Friday and the sun is out, hopefully to stay through the weekend. Do you have something planned with your mother/grandmother/daughter/sister/aunt/family friend to celebrate Mother’s Day on Sunday?

If so, that’s very nice, but you could also just sit quietly and look out the window and think about all those ladies who have meant so much to you over the years and about those ladies who meant so much to them.

My mother with her mother c. 1927…

…and my father with his mother c. 1923…

Here’s my brother with our Aunt Donna c. 1951.

…and my sister with her niece (daughter #1)…

And then there are the mommies in training:

Or you could read a poem, such as “Piano” by D. H. Lawrence:

God bless them all.

*Christina Rossetti “Sonnets Are Full of Love”

“I don’t have a tummy ache, I just have a tummy button.”*

by chuckofish

How was your weekend? Mine was pleasantly eventful. I took Friday afternoon off and had lunch with my pals, sitting outside–such a treat. Then daughter #1 came home and we sat outside at Club Taco, nursing a margarita and listening to the musical stylings of “Dusty Rhodes.” (Like him, but not him.) Then we made our way home and the OM provided dinner while we listened to more music.

On Saturday we went to lunch for the first time in ages (sitting inside) at the Sappington House. We moved on to the South County Antique Mall–50,000 square feet of “unique items”–where we walked up and down many miles of booths perusing the vintage junk. We headed home empty-handed to get ready for the wee babes and their parents who came over for a barbecue. Unfortunately, the day was rainy and cold, so we had to be indoors the whole time. Several mishaps ensued, but we had fun and nothing (and nobody) got broken.

I received many lovely and thoughtful gifts from my children, including these beautiful flowers from daughter #2:

But of course what warmed the cockles of this grandma’s heart was reading the “All About My Grandma” questionnaires that the twins had filled out. I was glad to know that Lottie thinks I am 200 years old and that she loves her grandma because “She is beautiful.” The wee laddie, on the other hand, loves me because I “do nothing.” Precious moments.

There was cake too!

In other news, there was a Black Bear sighting in Kirkwood on the grounds of Ursuline Academy which is a stone’s throw from our house! It moved on to Webster Hills Methodist Church where we buy pumpkins. I mean really. I do not need bears in my backyard. First armadillos, now bears. What is happening? (Update: the bear moved on to Brentwood and was tranquilized in a tree.)

The only bear I’m comfortable with…

Happy Monday! Keep an eye out for bears!

*WRC jr (having eaten a lot of cake)

“Find beauty wherever you are.”

by chuckofish

We are thinking about Mother’s Day and we wish all mothers and grandmothers and lovely aunts a happy day. We will be celebrating with the boy and his family on Saturday night so that daughter #3 can spend Sunday with the wee babes doing fun things all day. We’ll FaceTime with daughter #2 and Baby Katie on Sunday.

Here’s a poem by May Sarton that reminds me of my mother:

For My Mother

Once more
I summon you
Out of the past
With poignant love,
You who nourished the poet
And the lover.
I see your gray eyes
Looking out to sea
In those Rockport summers,
Keeping a distance
Within the closeness
Which was never intrusive
Opening out
Into the world.
And what I remember
Is how we laughed
Till we cried
Swept into merriment
Especially when times were hard.
And what I remember
Is how you never stopped creating
And how people sent me
Dresses you had designed
With rich embroidery
In brilliant colors
Because they could not bear
To give them away
Or cast them aside.
I summon you now
Not to think of
The ceaseless battle
With pain and ill health,
The frailty and the anguish.
No, today I remember
The creator,
The lion-hearted.

Today is Truman Day in Missouri, honoring Harry S Truman, the only U.S. president born in our great state. Anyway, I thought I would share one of the videos daughter #1 has been working on for Small Business Month in MO. I think the woman in this story articulates very well how I feel about living in the Midwest–“a pretty good simple life”–which is to say, a good goal to have. You have to find the beauty wherever you are. If you look, it is there.

“But godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it. But if we have food and clothing, we will be content with that. Those who want to get rich fall into temptation and a trap and into many foolish and harmful desires that plunge people into ruin and destruction. For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.”

1 TIMOTHY 6:6–10

I watched a good movie the other night: The Great Debaters (2007) (on Hulu), directed by and starring Denzel Washington. I had never heard of it, but I trust Denzel not to be in a terrible. movie. It is based on the true story of Melvin B. Tolson, a professor at the (historically black) Wiley College in Texas. In 1935, he inspired students to form the school’s first debate team, which, in a nearly-undefeated season, sees the first debate between U.S. students from white and Negro colleges and ends with an invitation to face Harvard University’s national champions. Inspiring and true.

Have a great weekend! Call your mother.

The painting is by Hugh Cameron (1835-1918).

“Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere, Not scorn’d in heav’n, though little notic’d here.”*

by chuckofish

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Let’s hear it for the weekend and for Mother’s Day!

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We are celebrating Mother’s Day on Saturday night with the wee babes (and their wonderful mother). Daughter #1 is in St. Louis for work today so she will stay in town and join us.

Have a good weekend and remember your mothers!

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“Father Wolf looked on amazed. He had almost forgotten the days when he won Mother Wolf in fair fight from five other wolves, when she ran in the Pack and was not called The Demon for compliment’s sake. Shere Khan might have faced Father Wolf, but he could not stand up against Mother Wolf, for he knew that where he was she had all the advantage of the ground, and would fight to the death. So he backed out of the cave mouth growling…”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book

Paintings are (top to bottom) by James Whistler, Francis Coates Jones, Honore Daumier, Nguyen Thanh Binh, Mary Cassatt, Henry Moore, Norman Rockwell)

*William Cowper, “On the Receipt of My Mother’s Picture Out of Norfolk”

Little feet along the floor

by chuckofish

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Daughter #2 asked me to find a vintage mother/daughter photo for her to post on Mother’s Day. I told her I would look. There are really very few and I’m sure the above example was not really what she had in mind.

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The other choices weren’t a whole lot better.

Oh well. It was sweet of her to ask.

Mother’s Day will be the highlight and raison d’être of the weekend. Daughter #1 is coming home and we will get together with the boy and his wee family for a barbecue on Saturday. Then on Sunday I’ll take the OM and daughter #1 to my faculty club for brunch/mimosas after church.

Lovely, lovely, lovely.

And to all the young mothers out there I say: don’t waste a minute complaining about being tired or bored or too busy. It all goes by in a flash and “there isn’t always someone who wants you singing to him or nibbling his ear or brushing his cheek with a dandelion blossom. Somebody who knows when you’re being silly, and laughs and laughs.” (Marilynne Robinson, Lila) Sooner than you can believe it, you’re a grandma and they’re giving you the side-eye, not so sure who this crazy lady is.

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So enjoy your kids. There is nothing like that feeling of being the most important person in the world to someone. It doesn’t last. They are God’s gift to you for a little while.

Have a great weekend. Call your mother!

 

Dearest Mother dearest

by chuckofish

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So the OM asked me on Saturday if I wanted a fancy coffee cake or what on Mother’s Day and I said what I really would like is a donut. So he said he would go to Dunkin’ Donuts on Sunday morning. What kind of donut did I want? I said I would like a plain cake donut or a cake donut with chocolate frosting.

So on Sunday morning he duly left the house at 7 a.m. to go to Dunkin’ Donuts. He came back with half a dozen donuts: 2 blueberry, 2 glazed and 2 chocolate cake donuts with frosting.

What? When I questioned him about his selection, he said, “Well, that’s what they had.”

Sigh.

Anyway, I went to church where we were celebrating our confirmation class kids who were confirmed two weeks ago down at the Cathedral. It was a nice service and afterwards there was a reception and cake. I gave my mentee one of my favorite Frederick Buechner books and to my surprise, she gave me a present:

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A birdhouse that looks like a church! I was very touched. I’m sure Brigid and I will be lifelong friends.

The boy and daughter #3 came over for dinner. We bar-b-qued turkey burgers and drank leftover beer from my birthday party.

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Good times and a happy Mother’s Day.

(The painting is by Wassily Kandinsky, 1909)

“As the Father has loved me, so I have loved you; abide in my love.”*

by chuckofish

On Mother’s Day I went to church by myself per usual. Afterwards I stopped by Dunkin’ Donuts for a Mother’s Day treat which I shared with the OM.

donutsI picked some peonies from the garden.

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I enjoyed opening the cards and treats which my daughters sent.

On Friday I had gone to the Art Museum and picked up some tickets for the Bingham show which closes next weekend, so I dragged the OM along on Sunday afternoon.

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George Caleb Bingham, American, 1811–1879 The Jolly Flatboatmen (1), 1846 oil on canvas Manoogian Collection, on loan to National Gallery of Art

Good times on the old Missouri River.

I had reminded the boy that Sunday was Mother’s Day and it might be nice if he had his mother over for dinner. So we went to his house for dinner with lovely daughter #3.

I was home in time for the finale of Wolf Hall.

The lesson of this tale is that sometimes you have to do things alone or for yourself. And sometimes you just have to get the ball rolling. The trick is not minding and being grateful that you can. I had a lovely day.

And I thought this Oscar compilation was great.

*John 15:9

Advice to Mothers Everywhere or “What would I do with a spice rack?”

by chuckofish

Every year thousands of school children make cute craft gifts for their mothers. Sometimes these gifts prove a challenge for the appreciative mom: is that clay object a giraffe or Obi Wan Kenobi wielding a light saber? A lop-sided hippo or a portrait of the family pet? Although my own boys are long past the school craft stage, I remember it fondly and, yes, with a little chagrin.  Let me explain. Long ago, during a dinner table conversation about what that year’s school craft would produce, someone mentioned spice racks. I responded “What would I do with a spice rack?” in that dismissive tone of voice that is peculiar to my bloodline (YOU know what I mean). During the stunned silence that followed, I realized with horror that I might actually receive such a gift, and if so, I had just crushed the soul of one of my boys. My attempts to recant were pretty lame and hilarity ensued; disaster averted, the story became part of our family lore.

Despite my jaded take on school crafts, those teachers sure worked hard to make Mother’s Day special. Back in the day, for example, my youngest son’s kindergarten class held a tea. Here we are arriving:

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Each mom received a book that her child had made. Mine included this classic page:

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It’s not exactly a flattering portrait, but you have to love the comments.  I can say with pride that while most of the other children estimated their young mothers to be in their late 40s or 50s, my son got it wrong in the best possible way. Even better, his “I love my mom because” statement far outdid those of the other kids, who said things like “because she feeds me” or “because she cleans my room”.  All the other moms were jealous of “the best mom in the universe”.

By (roughly) 2nd grade, Tim’s drawing had improved, but his food commentary was still just as baffling.

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Now, we all know that I am not  exactly a gourmet cook, but really, I’ve only made Hamburger Helper maybe twice in my life. Really, I promise. Still, at least I’m smiling in this picture (and please note the interesting ancient Egyptian-style mixed perspective, where we see the table and tofu from the side, but the implements and wok from above).

Most of the other pages in his book depicted me grading papers, reading, writing, or just staring into space, but always sitting on the sofa — seeing that for the first time was an ‘Out of the mouths of babes’ moment for sure. Thus do we live and learn. Though I can’t say that it made me quit my job and become a soccer mom, I kind of wish that I had.

What special Mother’s Day memories do you have?

“There ought to be a hall of fame for mamas.”*

by chuckofish

How was your weekend? Mine was a busy one.

We went downtown. The sky threatened, but nothing much happened.

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The Shocktop–mobile was down on Clark Street with a beer tap in the trunk and lots of girls in hotpants throwing bar towels up to us on the balcony. (I got one. Thanks.)

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You could see into Busch Stadium from our vantage point, but the Cardinals were away Friday night.

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Happily  my friend in Atlanta sent me this from Wednesday night’s game:

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Saturday afternoon I went to cheer on the Hounds in the boy’s lacrosse game to no avail. They lost, but it was a lovely day to sit on folding chairs and enjoy the breeze. The OM ate a hotdog, a hamburger and a brat. I got sunburned in awkward places. Good times.

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Coach Compton restrains himself

Sunday I went to church where I substituted for both lectors and got a  high-five from Jim, the assisting priest. I also heard that the boy’s best man and best friend (finally) got the green light from the Bishop of New York to become an Episcopal Priest. The number of hoops our denomination makes a person jump through is truly astonishing. Now he will start applying to divinity schools and continue to wait for another year to get the ball rolling. So hats off to Michael and cheers to a fine young man.

BarryFitzgeraldAnd as the weekend drew to a close, we went to the boy’s house where he and daughter #3 prepared a delicious Mother’s Day bar-be-que dinner for us, her parents and her lovely grandmother.

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*Well, there ain’t, but there is a country song: “The Hand That Rocks the Cradle”…

There ought to be a hall of fame for mamas
Creation’s most unique and precious pearls
And heaven help us always to remember
That the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world

The citadel of the family*

by chuckofish

Mother’s Day approaches. This is a bittersweet holiday for me, since it has been 25 years since I had a mother with whom to celebrate.

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But the blogosphere has been a-buzz with “What has your mother taught you?” posts, and I think it is still a valuable exercise to consider this question. And, of course, I do love lists. So here are some of the things that my mother taught me:

Keep it simple.

Holidays call for parties. Parties are always best when there are favors.

When you act like a lady, people treat you like a lady.

Going out for lunch is the best.

Going for a drive can help you take your mind off your problems.

Talk to children like adults.

Children like routine and boundaries, but try to be spontaneous once in awhile.

Furniture should not “match” and “suites” of furniture are indeed tacky. If you have antiques, they will not all be from the same period. It is okay to mix it up a little!

Hugging is good.

Children owe their parents nothing. They did not ask to be born. (She was the opposite of a Jewish mother.) Of course, this attitude makes you realize you owe your parents everything.

She was a bit of a snob, but she hated the expression “white trash”. No person is trash.

You never really know a person until you’ve walked around in their shoes for awhile.

Be Kind. Be kind. Be kind.

She must have been disappointed by my mean-girl persona at times, but I think she understood that it was a jungle at my private school. I remember once I complained about the girl who sat in the assigned desk in front of me (in first grade no less), who would turn around and put her “fat arm” on my desk. My mother said, “My heart bleeds for her.” I was surprised. There was no sympathy for me who had to put up with this unappealing girl. Of course, I immediately felt ashamed of my intolerance and I still cringe at the memory. I never liked that girl though.

My mother was not perfect and she taught me a few things which I had to un-learn over the years as well. But on the whole, she was a truly wonderful mother and I miss her every day.

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What did you learn from your mother?

Here’s a lovely last-minute gift idea list from La Dolce Vita blog. Good ideas, but, no, I do not want to go see Baz Luhrmann’s The Great Gatsby with Leo.

Happy Mother’s Day and read this quote–It kind of says it all:

*”She seemed to know, to accept, to welcome her position, the citadel of the family, the strong place that could not be taken. And since old Tom and the children could not know hurt or fear unless she acknowledged hurt and fear, she had practiced denying them in herself. And since, when a joyful thing happened, they looked to see whether joy was on her, it was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials. But better than joy was calm. Imperturbability could be depended upon. And from her great and humble position in the family she had taken dignity and a clean calm beauty. From her position as healer, her hands had grown sure and cool and quiet; from her position as arbiter she had become as remote and faultless in judgment as a goddess. She seemed to know that if she swayed the family shook, and if she ever really deeply wavered or despaired the family would fall, the family will to function would be gone.”
― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath