Submitted by AP
What are some memorable moments you spent with your mother?
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Laughing together. She had the best laugh and once you got her going she couldn’t stop- it was contagious. It’s the part I miss the most.
Maybe that’s why you became a comedian.
God in His infinte mercy has see fit to keep my amazing mom on this earth
for the time being. She is the anti-Biden: All there, right wing, hates Leviathan,
and is waiting to be a Great-grandma. A ferociuos woman who raised 5 of us with infinite love.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy!
My best memories with my mom is when she did mother/daughter trips with me. Loved all the trips but the most memorable were when she took me to New York City at age 10 & 16. She took me (and a couple friends) to Amsterdam for my 21st birthday. Had lots of fun on that trip hanging out with my mom…we still talk & laugh about it.
Great mom considering she came from a life of extreme poverty and grew up with an alcoholic father. Both of my parents worked hard to give their children a great life.
Oh, yeah, it’s totally a thing. Giggled while walking through the Red Light District, NEVER inhaled while visiting coffee shops, visited many museums, fell in love with Haarlem and the tulips and lambs and such…even visited Anne Frank’s house (not sure if you’re familiar with her story).
Sounds more like child abuse. 🙂
Funny. My parents would have seen that as a totally normal activity in their youth.
There are so many great memories of my Mother, but I will always cherish our last evening together. She was in bed dying of cancer and that Friday evening I went into her room, turned on Wall Street Week with Louis Rukeyser and we watched the show together for the last time and discussed stocks and investing strategy. She became an astute investor after she retired, even though she did not have much money. I still have the Pepsi stock she left me and plan on keeping it to pass on to my son.
My mother was the only person who drove a Cadillac and would stop on the side of the road to have us kids jump out and pick up aluminum cans.
Good times, good times.
In Tulsa being a grandmother with my best friend, my help meet and the finest father I have known. I am betting he will be a fine Poppa Grooch, as well.
He has never given me a thing for this fake holiday but this year Vinny made me MawMaw.
Show me yours, T4C!
Sweet post, Ghost. Love his little toes. 🙂
Me toosy.
When I used bad language my mother would make me open my mouth and she would poor tabasco sauce on my tongue.
I LOVED tabasco sauce then and still do today, especially with chipotle flavor.
Most memorable moment with my mom? Taking her to a nude beach at her insistence, and watching her talk politics with naked men. “Until today, I’d only seen your father’s penis. There are so many different kinds! And some have jewelry on them.”
Wait…Whuutt???
I guess a dozen roses and dinner at a nice restaurant is a little too boring these days.
“Politics”
My mum died last December and think about that a lot in regards to memories on a daily basis( tis getting a bit less painful daily).
Some of the best times with me mum were strangely enough Tull shows.
I first saw Tull in 1975 with my babysitters when I was 12.Great music/folks dressed up as animals/bombs going off on stage,what was not to love?!Needless to say was hooked and always asked for tix for me birthday& Christmas.My mom and dad both went in 1978 to see what all the fuss was about(not sitting with us “cool kids”!).They liked it well enough and that was that.
In the 90’sTull was doing a 3 night gig in a smaller theater and I was there all 3 nights(obviously!),went first night alone,second night me friends went with me mum and in front balcony while I was yet again solo on floor right up close.She told me later she had a great time and mentioned how my friends had shared a cigarette!My friends had a few drinks after with me mum in bar,was grand time!
Late 2010 Tull was playing in Boston on waterfront and scored 2 excellent seats,was unsure who to bring and then thought:mum!I called and she came off of Marthas Vineyard for the show.The show was great and we just had a blast!
I know this may seem trivial given the tough times we also as a family went thru but seriously,how many guys can say they saw Tull with their mum a few times!
Happy mothers day to all the mums out there and miss ya’s mum,going to see Tesla end of this week a few nights and am sure you would approve!
Before she succumbed to dementia / Alzy’s, Ma taught me Grace under extreme challenges.
She lost 2 sons and her mate, then lived another 20 years. My brother’s deaths were tragic, and Dad passed way too early. She came to enjoy her independence, and was an exercise free spirit.
If you look at a map, Lake Huron funnels into the St. Clair River, separating eastern lower Michigan and Ontario, Canada, before flowing into Lake St. Clair, and then the Detroit River, which feeds Lake Erie.
Ma lived close to the St. Clair River just north of Lake St. Clair, and when I’d visit, we’d take strolls on the boardwalk that offered a great view of the St. Clair River. Boaters and islanders in the Summer, and the ice pile ups there in Winter were just beautiful sights to behold on sunny days.
Fresh air and moderate exercise.
Great memories.
When we placed her in an assisted living facility, the Alzy’s had progressed to the point where she’d wonder who the visitor was, when I’d come by.
Great facility with great care givers, who are Angels on earth and unsung heroes if they’re good.
One time I stopped by their station, and was just bullshittin’ with 3 of them.
I told them Mom liked her Benny Goodman and swing music, and used to go dancing when she dated an older dude after my Pop passed away. She outlived that dude, too. Good guy.
I told the girls that when I visit Ma, I put in a cassette tape of that kind of music, and I try to get her moving, by dancing in front of her, but she just sits on the couch and laughs at me.
We had a good chuckle about it.
30 minutes later, I’m in Ma’s room, and the music was on, she was on the couch, and I was dancing in front of her, with my back to her room door, which we’d accidentally left wide open.
I made a turn while “In The Mood” was playing, and to my horror, one of the caretaker girls was standing in the doorway, watching me.
She says: “I can see why your Mom laughs…you don’t have any rhythm at all.”
I was mortified, in a good kind of way.
I told that story in my eulogy at Mom’s funeral, and everybody in attendance had another good laugh
at my expense.
Meantime, Dad, from whom I got my sense of humor, was no doubt smiling, and certainly happy that him and Mom were back together again.
Since then, I’ve lost my only other brother to the big C, just about the time the Rona bullshit started.
I’m the last one of the gang, but I will say I have me a fellow burning platform contributor who has adopted me as a virtual older brudder, and everyone here would know him by name for certain.
It’s why I love this place.
Found some common ground with a scant few off platform, but am with brothers and sisters in arms upon the platform and it’s digital airport bar.
Thanks for providing that, JQ & Av.
Great post. Thanks for sharing those memories. My Dad went the Alzy’s route too..very sad. God Bless.
Alzheimers is a tough end, but you did a great job of sharing that! Thanks.
I make the kids shovel the driveway in the winter and pay a total of $3. Either it gets shared or one child takes it all. Up to them to negotiate.
In 40 years after I have passed, they, too, will have stories to tell about their Mom!
I’m guessing most are busy, either enjoying the day with Ma, or since it’s Spring, people are taking the opportunity to get the hell out of the house and away from a desktop, laptop, or tablet, and do something active outside. It’s been a long winter in some parts.
Maybe we will see more traffic in the evening hours.
Maybe not.
Hard to predict what posts get a lot of comment, and others you’d think would garner lots of activity just tend to peter out.
One time at a county fair, my Mom took me up on a Ferris Wheel and as we rode round and round, she told me there was no Santa Claus. Although I had my suspicions at the time, I still remember that moment. I was 14.
Just kidding. I was 7. 🙂
Exquisite imagery …
14 words…..
I recall the early 60’s.. My older brother and I would walk home from school..A couple of times my mother would drive by, stop, and honk the horn to give us a ride home..But, for goodness sake, she dove a 1948 Plymouth (there was enough room to play baseball in the back seat), but we ignored her, acted like we did not know her. We were embarrassed by her old car..It was a tank without a turret. Kick the car, and break your foot. I regretted that when she passed that I recalled that, but now I know it did not bother her at the time..Smart, loving, hard, yet kind and supportive… Did I say smart? I miss you Mom, love. son #2. RIP, you wonderful lady..
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Lots of fun family cruises as adults. As a teen, having to call her at work from McDonald’s because I accidentally locked the keys in the (her) car while skipping school. Boy, was she ticked. We laugh about it today, along with all of my confessions of things she didn’t know we did when she wasn’t home or was out of town. She and my Dad separated when I was 10 and she was left with no credit and no job. She worked very hard to elevate herself to independence while still supporting us with minimal child support payments. I certainly didn’t make it any easier for her. I do regret that.
Hiding in plain sight …