WHEN I WAS A DAUGHTER

May 8, 2014 by

WHEN I WAS A DAUGHTER

I remember Mamma.  What a great movie title to think of this time of year.  If you have a television, how can you not know it is Mother’s Day this Sunday?  One of the few things we all have in common is we all have, or had, a Mother.  In my case,

Mother was an excellent horseman

Mother was an excellent rider. My grandmother tried to get her to ride side saddle like a lady. HA!

it is “had”.  Because of Alzheimers, I had a very long goodbye with my Mother.  Truth be known, she had left about a year earlier—I mean the real one, the one who raised me. The one that was so much fun.  Doris Inez Warren.  (Yes, I was a junior—at least with the first name.  Thank God, she didn’t strap me with Inez.)  From what all the relatives said, she was a feisty little thing who would help pick cotton on the west Texas ranch and then talk the workers into throwing coins while she danced (she loved to dance, in fact that’s one of the last memories I have of her in the nursing home.  She came up out of her wheel chair to dance to a Bob Wills song).  My Grandmother said Mother would rather wear jeans than a dress and her favorite place was up in the big peach tree or on her horse that she rode seven miles to school.  Mother used to talk about families getting together on the weekends at different ranches, moving furniture, and dancing all night. She was an excellent horse rider and told stories about playing polo (on what had to be a dirt field in Scurry County) and when it got dark, people would line cars up and they’d play where the headlights shone.  She’d talk about the

My parents on their honeymoon

My parents on their honeymoon

first time she ever saw my Dad and how he was so handsome in that white linen suit—how he was the “cock of the walk”.  I wonder if that was a double entendre?  I don’t remember her being a good cook.  She fried every meat and I never knew there was any other lettuce than iceberg till I went to college.  Tho, she could make a wonderful banana cake with a frosting that had bananas and powdered sugar which she only made when my brother came home from college.  Evidently, she used to sew which she stopped “after she had me”.  They also used to take wonderful family

vacations—before me.  She had an off the wall sense of humor.  For instance, she loved to scare people.  Whenever we would watch a scary movie on TV, she would sneak outside and bang on the window at the exact time someone was getting hacked.  I will never forget the time I had

She gave great birthday parties!

She gave great birthday parties!

finally talked her into getting me a horse (I know that’s bad grammar, but hey, it’s appropriate) and we were to pick it up but a storm was coming up and she said it would be better for the horse to be in the pens it was used to during the storm.  The next day, when we went to pick up the horse and the owner told us the horse had been struck by lightning, my Mom calmly looked over at me and said, “You were not meant to have a horse.”  The more I’m writing this, the more memories race back.   The bear hunting in Oregon.  The road trip to Iowa with my aunt.  The story of the camping trip that my cousin was crying because of the strange, scary noise and she said not to be afraid, it was only an owl.  Hence, his name was Hootie from then on.  She was my transportation to Mrs. Smith’s dance classes even when told her daughter was the stiffest ballet student she had ever had in her entire teaching career (But I was the best tap student ever!).  She was about 5’2″, darling, and had a twinkle in her eyes till the day she died—which was on my birthday.   What a wonderful gift it was to unchain all of us from the grasp of a horrible, hideous, spirit robbing disease.  I was her baby.  I was her daughter and I chose very, very well.

She had no idea who this was

She had no idea who this was but was thrilled to be in the mix!

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Guess who was her favorite?

She would meet us on the slopes even tho she hated being cold.

She would meet us on the slopes even tho she hated being cold.

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