I Think My Mom is Amazing
I had a lovely phone chat with Mom.
At first it was hard for her to retrieve words,
then she warmed up.
You know, how she memory-talks,
meandering through what comes to mind?
Well I just wrote down some of her musings
and enjoyed a "walk" through her reflections.
It was familiar territory . . . the story of her being a cook at the logging camp
as a young adult,
the summary of a good life.
All sweet, because she is ever the
gracious appreciative lady.
Here are some of her thoughts today:
I had a good life. . . .I married a good man . . .
He had his own way but he's a good man . . . I wouldn't want anyone else!
How long have we lived here?
(LD: 69 years, Mom.)
I've always been proud of you girls. . . . . I know you weren't perfect but I am proud of all of you.
I picked up some of the things we've written down.
What a great life we've had.
I'm here alone so much of the time . . . .I don't grieve over it . . . .
I'm in my own home and l love it . . .
I really do.
It keeps wearing out and we keep putting it back together.
I have been blessed and I know it!
I'm sitting here looking at my cupboards . . . they are still nice. . . .
the new linoleum in there . . . I'm so pleased with that. . . .
the floor is so nice now
I'm just happy
I really am
(LD: You're an amazing woman, Mom.)
I have an amazing life.
Myself and Joe were born to goodly parents.
That was our background.
They were good people.
We never did get rich.
We didn't need it.
I am not depressed . . . .I can be happy with what I have.
I had a good family . . . . a big one.
I give credit to my mom & my dad, too.
They worked hard, growing vegetables . . .we didn't starve.
I was thinking about when I was cooking way out there at that camp . . .
What would have happened . . .
if I had changed my ways? . . . .those worldly men
I just took care of them when they ate . . . . and didn't flirt.
When they knew what kind of girl I was . . . .they weren't so anxious to find a girl.
I tried to be careful . . .
There were all kinds of men there . . .
I was thinking about that the other day.
A young man came in and wanted something - - -soap or something.
I didn't have my door locked and he just walked in.
I had to go in the back to the storage area
to get him what he asked for.
Then he wouldn't leave.
He wanted me to sit down.
I just stood there
with the storage key in my hand
We chatted a little bit
Then I said----Why don't you leave?
Pretty soon I got him away.
He was a man of the world . . . . and he was there for a purpose.
After that, I made sure I locked my door.
I figured if I had to run . . . . I could run!
Anyway, I survived.
I learned how to take care of myself.
There were a few of the boys you could trust . . . there were some you didn't dare trust.
I guess I'd call it a good experience because I behaved myself.
I wouldn't want MY girls to go there . . . .No way!