Mother didnt know what to do with her ugly duckling child who was me, but she always loved me and she did her best to feed my imagination and my love hunger all her life. I know it was hard, comin from my oldschool COC faith tradition, and my father, both makin a tough City Hall (as in, you cant fight City Hall) . I know she had to walk a fine line constantly. She took me to the library all the time in the summer, and also let me go down to get books at the bookmobile at my elementary school...William B. Travis in San Angelo. :))) She read me stories, and quoted Bible verses, and poems. And SANG, she had the most beautiful alto, and sang constantly wherever she was. Chiefly spiritual songs, but also folk songs and a few popular ones as well. I remember most all of em to this day and still sing em. I didnt know till just a couple years ago that My Chocolate Ice Cream Cone wasnt a song she made up...because shed do that, too,,,make up songs. And she played the piano...was my teacher from age six till age 12, and then declared I needed a different teacher. She bought me creative art supplies and craft kits as often as she could...I remember embroidery, clay, paints, .a snowcone machine (handcranked)...Christmas ornament kits...salt dough clay...and shed let me help her cook and bake,,,she really encouraged me there; thats one place where women and girls in the COC are allowed to shine ;)...and turned out, I was quite gifted there, in the kitchen, so that worked out well. When I had nightmares, which was most every night, my father forbade me coming in or even knockin on their door...and so Id crawl down the hall and make a little pallet on the floor in my brothers room, to their disgust (Youre older than us, you shouldnt be doin this!),,,but as long as they didnt tell Dad, I didnt care what else they said. Dad had decreed that I was a big girl and I should act like one and be strong, and if he learned I had gone in my brothers room (he caught me one night, whoops!) again, he would use his belt on me. Im sure it was Gods protection that kept my brothers mouths closed on that subject. Mama knew, and she sure never told him. Shed find me curled up with my quilt, pillow, and stuffed turquoise bunny, Charlie (an Easter Bunny gift, lol) every mornin and shed bend over and touch my forehead and kiss my cheek and whisper, Better go back to your own room, darlin , and shed help me gather my things and get back before Dad came out. She was so wonderful....if only we had been in a different church, I know we could have used our Godgiven gifts so much more than we were allowed to! :But Im so thankful for my dear sweet Mother, without whom Im sure Id have not survived...
Posted on: Sat, 19 Apr 2014 01:53:30 +0000
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