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Family & Friends - Mom (10 stories selected)
Stories Listed by Date (page 1 of 1)Black Bacon and Cold Raw Wieners (story 1 of 10)It was well known in my family that if you ate undercooked bacon you would get WORMS! Cold (story 2 of 10)My earliest memory of my mother is that of her screaming at me for calling her a name. "Noodlehead". I was 4, and had heard it on a cartoon. I was angry with her for not letting me watch the cartoon I wanted to watch. Mom and the Infamous Plastic Tree (story 3 of 10)My dear Mom passed away 8 years ago, and although I can think of many wonderful touching stories of my Mom, I’d rather share a very funny one of her. Who Cares? (story 4 of 10)I sat there watching her as she read the local newspaper. I in a chair and her on the antique couch in her living-room. Mrs. Usher (My Mom) (story 5 of 10)After I was released from the Florida School for Boys at Marianna (reform school), I was locked up in the juvenile hall for months. I refused to ever return to the Children's Home Society. I was not going to return to that orphanage, even if I had to spend the rest of my life locked in a small cage. I flatly refused to even walk out the front door of the juvenile hall to help them clean up the streets, for fear they would take me back to that awful orphanage. Such a Small Gesture (story 6 of 10)The elderly lady in the wheelchair weirded me out a bit, as did most people in the convalescent home. I wasn’t that I had no sympathy for them, I just didn’t know how to act towards them. Many look catatonic, and I’m just not sure how to react to that- I’m not even sure how to act towards my own mother. This lady had been wheeling up and down the hall for awhile, and my brother and I awkwardly skirted her while wheeling my mom back to her room. I waited with her while my brother went into the... The Mother Known as Angel (story 7 of 10)It's very funny, I never knew her. She died when I was only 4 months old. Raped and murdered. Yet she has driven me most of my life. I have learned a lot from her even though she is gone. I remember when I was younger I was often angry, angry at the man who killed my mother. Yet I learned from my father how kind and passionate she was. I had this wonderful image of my mother how perfect she was, of course that was all destroyed after my innocents ended. Yet I still hold her very high. At the Beach (story 8 of 10)One of my fondest childhood memories is picking shells at the ocean with my mom. We had a small cottage on Cape Cod where we spent (and still spend) weekends in the spring and fall, along with a few precious weeks in the summer. Mom knew which beaches had the best shells, and which salt marshes were best for finding all sorts of sea creatures to study. We’d bring some of the choice shells back to the cottage, along with other beach finds like crab claws, conch eggs,and pretty stones, and we u... Baked Goods (story 9 of 10)When I think about Mom, I think about baked goods. She was always making something, either bread or cookies or pies or her wonderful pastries. About once a month she'd make a huge, fancy cake and invite all the neighbors. It was a regular social event and the neighbors loved us for it. They usually paid us back with favors like carpooling me and my brothers. There were 5 kids in my f us so it was a huge help for my family. My Mother and the Watermelon (story 10 of 10)Mother was a woman on a mission as she skirted ahead of me into the supermarket. She didn’t have to hurry, but that is a trait she has and she passed on to me. We have this crazy inclination to continually put ourselves in a ‘Hurry up and Wait’ mode’.
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