I’ve been thinking long about what to write for this post. There are so many things concerning Mother’s Day that I could write. I decided to share some memories of my mother, who I still call “Mama.”
I was out picking dew berries this evening, and thinking about what to write, when I remembered long ago when I was a child picking dew berries with Mama. She made dew berry jam, and the best dew berry pies; after enough of them made it to the bucket while we ate plenty along the way. We picked figs, muscadines, and other fruits as they came in season. That’s one of the things I’ve passed on to my kids as they grew up.
Making “frog houses” is a learned skill; one my brother and I mastered well under Mama’s teaching. There is an art to making them in such a way that they actually withstand taking one’s foot out of the little dirt hut when it is finished. When a hut was firm so that it would not collapse, and one’s foot was out of it, then came the landscaping. With our imaginations, we picked up quickly how to find seedlings and other weeds to use for trees and bushes in the yards of the villages we built in the sand bed under our old oak tree. We would let them stay as long as possible, then go on to something else.
I learned how to cook at a young age. Mama was very patient with me. She gave me my first cook book when I was about five years old. The name of it is, “My First Cookbook,” by Imperial Sugar Company. I remember Mama guiding me through the recipe, “Humpty Dumpty Eggs,” and a few of the raw eggs missing the bowl. Mama said I went through a dozen eggs to get four in the bowl to scramble. I did better the next time, and went on to make several recipes from that book, and learned to make several other things like cornbread and purple hull peas which were staples in our family’s southern diets.
Mama started teaching me to sew in the 4th grade. I come from a long line of practiced seamstresses; not that I am as accomplished as many other women I know of. Mamaw Holley, my mama’s mama, was known for her tiny, perfectly even stitches. Patience has never been a very well developed virtue in me, so I never developed the skills Mamaw Holley had, although I have enjoyed sewing for roughly 43 years. I could never thank them both for teaching me this skill that I treasure.
We always had plenty of things to play with; some were bought and some were common things that we learned could be “toys,” too. We were rarely bored when we were growing up, thanks to Mama nurturing our imaginations. That is a valuable gift in my opinion.
My parents have been there for me through every experience in my growing up years, and my grown up years, too. They were a great model in how to be there for my children as they grew. One of the most important ways they did this is in teaching my brother and me about Jesus from before I can remember. They helped me understand who Jesus is, and how important it is that I know Him personally. That, to me, is priceless. This legacy has been passed on to my children through Roy and me, and through our parents.
Thank you, Mama, for the gifts you gave to me in the things you taught me along the way. My children benefitted from the way you and Daddy raised me, and I am so grateful God gave you to me for my Mama. There’s no way I can ever repay you for the gifts you’ve given me over the years. I love you more than you can ever know.
Have a very blessed Mother’s Day!
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I have to add to this… Cindy’s mom was the best… I would come over on weekends and she was always in the kitchen cooking something… But what impressed me the most was the recipes that were hand written on the door of the cabinets in the kitchen…. To me that was so cool.. She always took time with us and talked to us… I grew to love her as my second mom and cherish so many memories I have…. I am glad that I had the chance to know grandma Holley also… she too had recipes on her cabinet doors… There was a lot of love with Cindy’s family… we were very blessed and I was also blessed to have had Cindy and her family in my life… Happy Mothers day to you Martel and Cindy I love you both..
Hey, Susan! I had forgotten than Mamaw Holley wrote her recipes inside the cabinet doors, too. I do the same, of course. I have the same kind of memories of your mom, one of my other mothers. 🙂 She also took time to visit with us, and I still love her so much. There really was, and is, a lot of love in my family; I feel so rich in that. I loved being at your house, too, and knew that your family loved me, too. I am blessed to have gotten to know you and your family. Please give Mama Rose a hug from me, and wish her Happy Mother’s Day from me. And Happy Mother’s Day to you, too, Susan. I’m so glad we were blessed to make so many precious memories. We have some awesome Mamas. 🙂 I love you both, too.
Cindy, I love your writing. Your post today about Mothers Day brought back memories that I had forgotten. As a kid we also made frog houses when we were playing in the dirt. I did not even teach my kids to do this I don’t think. They missed out on wonderful play time. Keep up the good work. Love ya.
Thank you, Mrs. Mary! Those simple things that make up so many of my memories are priceless to me. I’m working on another book that has a lot of those memories in there. It’s been so much fun to talk about those so i can put them to paper. Your kids had a great childhood with some of the best parents I know. Joey and I looked forward to the times we got to be with your family to play, laugh, and visit.
Love you, too. Mama and I need to come see you one day and visit. That would be great. 🙂