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MOTHERS DAY will be in May
I was
a Daddy’s boy. Then one Sunday night, after dinner, prayers, right after I’ve gone
to bed,
my Daddy died. My mother was left to support us on her small town social security
and church
welfare. Very little else. He left no estate, no insurance, no anything,
except his hunting guns firing
shells , decoys, small stuff, thingamajigs and Nancy...a loving black and white spotted bird dog.
You may expect me to say that I became
a Momma’s boy. That didn’t happen.
In those first awful days, I did my 8 year old best to mother my mother. As we settled
into post Daddy life, I became a friend and confidante to her, something I've heard
told is quite common. That closeness didn’t hold once I left home, however, and during
my 20's we had some rocky encounters. Then she died and now we have a real personal relationship. We’ve never been this close in
the way mother and sons hearts belong.
She lived in uncertainty the last 10
years of her life. Uncertainty because of a phantom Cancer
anemia. Not knowing whether she would be ok, the family hung on every word the doctors
said, hoping and praying that if we follow their protocol she would be Ok, ok
but not cured.
Multiple transfusions, transfusion that caused antibodies to proliferate and then requiring
more transfusions, 1st it was 6 weeks, then
4 weeks, then 2weeks, and finally she couldn’t take anymore
and she wanted to die, at 93 years of age she did.
People are either
married to a mother or were born by a mother or how else did you get here? You
weren’t pooped on a rock and left in the sun to hatch. You don’t have to
do anything to be born.
You just pop out of the birth canal and before you can count from 10 to 7 your mother
is holding you. She has a big smile on her face. Hopefully, you came out on time looking
half way normal. Standing behind the curtain looking in, you perceive having a
having a baby is a hard physical and emotional experience, but mothers are forgetful, mothers,
many of them have several more babies which pleases everyone but the school board.
Instinct, mothers have instinct. They don’t need advice when they
deliver; because they’re equipped with mother
instinct. It’s automatic. When you’re born you are about the size of a banana squash,
wailing, yellow eyes, and blue faced. On to of that you get manhandled by aa scruffylookin know it all Doctor and by many over worried tired nurses. The instinct code
genetically came to mother’s generation after generation from moms, to grandmas, to great-grandmas on and on. Mothers have learned well and are ready, because you get born not
knowing crap, and I’m not talking diapers here. Diapers are in the next installment.
My Mother Lottie Ward, Hickenlooper, Stringham was born August 10, 1904.
Her mother and Dad owned a
flat 60 acre irrigated farm in Preston Idaho. There were six boys and 6 girls.Her dad Mr. Cyrus Ward,
Elder Ward to the Saints, gave each of his children a Job doing according to what each one did
best. My mother’s twin brother got the
grunt jobs. He chose my mother to be the business person
and CEO of his enterprises. She was in charge of the two theaters in Preston he owned, the
Isis and the Grand. She would walk a mile to the theaters, organize the theater, then go to school,
back to the theaters and more work, then go back home long after dark. She alone
took care of the money, the candy counter; paid the piano player... silent movies in those days, paid the
bills and other incidentals. The candy counters made the real money.
To be continuing…
DR.
KARL WALLACE D.D.S. To read more of my writings please
go to: W.W.W.KARLWALLACEBLOG.BLOGSPOT.COM
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