Stories about Mother

Eeeh Gads! Mother Takes Us To Town

Wednesday, July 11th, 2012

“Watch Out For Mother!”
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Today I am thinking of my childhood mother which is of course the same woman who now sits silently in my house in her fancy box on my glass table.

I am remembering how one day Mom piles all 6 of us little kids into our 1950’s station wagon and we drive to the Cash Grocery Store to shop.

When we are finished, we all scramble back into the car and Mom backs out of the parking spot. But, something unusual happens.

There is a loud ripping, clunking, banging sound as the car lifts off the ground and up into the air, pauses then smacks itself down on the ground, again with a BAM!

As usual, Mother notices nothing. She keeps backing out, turns the nose of the car to the street and ambles it out onto the road.

I’m screaming, ‘Mommy, Mommy, you ran over something big!’ (more…)

My Mother Is Missing!

Wednesday, July 4th, 2012

“My Mother At 88 Years Old” 2010

“My mother is missing!”

I’m turning in circles.

Bill opens the door from his studio and asks why I’m screaming.

When I tell him “My Mother is Missing!” he says, “Well, I think she will be OK.”

I’m imagining I tell someone I don’t know, that “My mother is missing!”

“Oh my God, your mother is missing?” they might say.

“It’s not so bad, she’s dead already,” I would answer. (more…)

The Crepe Hangers

Tuesday, June 26th, 2012

The Crepe Hangers

A couple I know that I secretly call The Crepe Hangers, say to me as we are leaving the coffee shop, “Do you realize the three of us only have ten to fifteen years left to live?”

Not in my book.

A few days ago I’m walking with my daughter and I say something like, “When I get old I’m going to hang spangles out of my nose.”

Summer laughs but not at the spangles. She says, “Mom! ‘When I get old’ is something a forty-year old would say!'”

She laughs and laughs.

Later, a man friend tells me, “We have to pay $1700 to put my 101 year old mother’s ashes in a grave we own! It’s next to her first husband. Plus we have to pay ¬†extra money for other things just because we’re putting her ashes there. In the grave we have owned for years!”

I say, “Just scatter her ashes on top of your dad’s grave and save the money.”

I think he is horrified with what I think is a reasonable idea.

My mother, I tell him, is still in her fancy box on my hall table. My cleaning lady doesn’t know that’s my Mum in there & she is always stacking books & what nots on top of her. (more…)


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