Tattered Past

Tattered Past: My ongoing journey through genealogy, history, writing, self-exploration and art. ~~~ Rita Ackerman





Monday, May 6, 2013

Remembering Mom


 My mother passed away 23 years ago today. I'm finding it harder and harder to remember her. My grandkids never got to meet her. I'm working to save the memories and record them.

This was Mom's cirrus plant. Every year it blooms around Mother's Day. Today the little buds are coming out. It may just bloom by Sunday. Last year I took some "babies" off this plant to my daughter in Washington.
This is my Mom when she worked for the Great Bend, Kansas police department. I always wanted to wear a uniform just like hers.

 
Some more memories:
 
One year while my husband and I were dating Mom hung mistletoe in her hallway. Doug "cornered" her and gave her a big kiss. She turned bright red and took off down the hall.
 
Not long after we moved to Arizona we went ruin hunting out in the desert. Mom found a pile of beans and as she kicked them around with her toe she asked if they could be eaten. My cousin said no as they weren't beans but deer droppings. Every meal we had together he brought up the "beans."
 
Mom had a little brown and tan dish that was always filled with salt. When she cooked she never used a shaker but took a pinch of salt from that bowl.
 
Grandma always told this story about Mom when she was little. One year when they went to visit her Mother, Mom asked what they were having for dinner and was told pot roast. Mom wanted chicken. So she went out to the chicken pen and killed a chicken. They had chicken with the pot roast.
 
Mom loved to garden and could grow anything. She wanted a Bird of Paradise but for some reason couldn't get one to grow. I don't know how many she went through but she finally succeeded and it was beautiful.
 
You never left Mom's house hungry or with empty hands.
 
She loved to watch her "soaps" and my daughter is still addicted.
 
Her favorite singer was Jim Reeves. She wore out many of his records. She also liked Nat King Cole and Bobby Vinton.
 
Her favorite color was orange and her favorite flowers were roses.
 
Miss you, Mom.
 
 
 
 
 
 

14 comments:

  1. I remember your mom very well. I always thought she was so pretty and nice. That picture of her in her uniform is about the way I remember her. This was a very nice blog entry, Rita.

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    1. Thank you, Jan. She was a very special lady. She worked so hard all her life. Glad you have good memories of her.

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  2. I just wanted to say a few words about my Nana. I remember playing hide and seek in her house, and she taught me how to make "ants on a log". She had a beautiful garden which I would spend hours admiring. To this day, everytime I look at my flowers, I think of her. I remember her as being kind and very loveing. Nana, I miss you very much and I love you more than I can express. I know that you are still with mom and I, and that someday we will see you again. ♥ ♥

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  3. Rita, this is really sweet! Your mom sounds like she was a very special person. Thank you for sharing these memories with us. Tina

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    1. Thanks, Tina. I debated for quite a bit if I should post about this but it turned out okay. I don't like to be negative on the blog.

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  4. Remembering our Ladies is never being negative. Please don't refrain from doing so. I never heard any of these memories before.

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    1. There are plenty more where that came from.

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  5. I loved reading your memories of your mom. thanks for sharing them.

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  6. I remember your mom, too, Rita. She was always willing to drive us to the East High games, and would always say, "sometime soon, you girls will be driving yourselves to the games." Turns out, she was absolutely correct, which is another story...

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    1. Yes. We have many stories don't we old friend.

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  7. Seems to me as if you are remembering her just fine! I think recalling one memory leads to another and another. Cherish each one! Thanks for sharing. I'm now thinking about my dearly departed mother, too! I think we will always miss our moms no matter how old we get.

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    1. And are you writing those memories down?

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