In all the rat race called life, I have not dedicated time in way too long to add anything to my blog. I hope today to remedy that and start once again on writing!
A couple of weeks ago we celebrated my mother’s 90th birthday! She has talked about “reaching 90” for the last two years and then starting in November she kept asking if we were going to have a party and where would it be and who would come?!!! As you can see, she was somewhat obsessed with the whole idea and she had every right to be … how many people do we know who reach that milestone?
My sister and I divided the chores (brothers aren’t much good at planning parties … ha) and I told her I would get the cake and food if she would decorate. I checked prices on cakes and then started formulating a menu of appetizers, punch, etc. which I probably over-did … but then I AM an over-doer! After changing the menu, a couple of times, I got busy designing the invitations – to which I made a drastic error in the date … ugh! But I got it corrected before printing or so I thought. In my mind I had put January 11 as the date but had it on a Sunday, so I changed the date to January 12, since that was the date for Sunday … fixed right? Wrong! It was supposed to be Saturday, January 11th. BUT we all agreed it was really God’s intervention as the 11th was an extremely stormy day for all of Mississippi and attendance would have been extremely low. I worked on the addresses with the help of my sister and thought we had everyone covered … but one … neither of us could locate the address of one of her BEST friends. Later we discovered that her feelings may have been hurt and for that, if you read this Ms Emma, I sincerely apologize. We posted the invitation on Facebook and also the local newspaper (which took some doing because they are not very efficient)!!! I was glad my sister insisted on publishing it however, and took care of it because several guests came because they saw it in the paper.
After the invitation debacle I decided we needed a photographer. We had not had a family picture made since the middle ‘70’s so through personal references, we lined that up … and I double-checked that she had the right day AND date 😊 Whew … two down.
Once the menu, invitations, decorations were somewhat put together, I started looking through old pictures and my trip down memory lane is what prompted me to record a few things. I was fortunate that Mom had given me a lot of really old pictures of her family, both her parents (my grandparents) and all the pictures from when she was a child and when she first got married and had me! Her baby picture was priceless and I will keep it framed. It was the pictures and places that tugged at my heart strings and reminded me of the legacy of my “Yankee” roots! I went back in time as I looked at pictures of my grandparents when they lived in Wollaston, Massachusetts and remembered so many of the joys that I had in that house – drinking coffee with Grammie and getting to select which tea cup I would use that day; washing dishes in her sink when I had to stand on a stool but thought I was a big girl; bundling up in snowsuits to go snow sledding down a hill near her house; playing in the back yard of my great grandfather’s house with all the other cousins (they were really her first cousins and my second … but closer to my age than hers)! Then of course, the pictures in front of my Auntie Edna’s (Quincy MA) with my special Cousin Evelyn (this could be a blog on its own) … we had so much fun and stayed close throughout our youth where miles could not separate and hand-written letters were precious instead of a quick email which is here today and gone tomorrow.
Then I looked at all the pictures of my first two years and the places we lived and visited. We had pictures at the beach/pond where mom & dad liked to go; Lookout Mountain which was probably a visit to Mississippi to meet my dad’s parents; the original “Braves’” stadium; and so many other places that we traveled to in the early days of my dad’s Navy career. Our visit to Mississippi brought memories of playing with my cousins and even borrowing my cousin (Johnny’s) “captain’s” hat to feed the chickens in my Pawpaw’s chicken coup – to which I dropped on my feet – and you can imagine how that went!!! Yes, I did try to milk a cow – NOT in the least successful. I remember the water from their well was the best and so cold … wish I had that old dipper! Mawmaw made the best vegetable soup and I only learned to appreciate how good it was when I became an adult; ice tea was only for the adults and children drank ‘ade with their meals (or milk) but it was from their cows so being the spoiled Yankee child I was, I couldn’t quite develop a taste for it.
Two years later I had a baby brother … then in 1957 another … 1958 another … and then 1960 finally a sister! Just to be followed by another brother in 1962, the caboose! Now here we are and this sassy young Bostonian is 90 years old and her legacy lives on in the lives of all those who know her! How can we top this when she turns 100!!!