Yes, if someone was in need of food my mum prepared a banquet to share – plain but wholesome food – it was something she had to share.

Great post! I enjoyed reading all the comments as well. Interesting glimpses from all the other bloggers about their mothers.

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Robin,
Did I ever tell you that my 6th grade art teacher was named Robin Birch? We have an old tent too from my husband’s primary family days – it is just full of memories. People are just so fun you are right on about that.

Lisa,
I think it was a generational thing for parents and it makes me wonder what our kids and grandies will think fun about us. My mum made us PJs and Bathrobe for Christmas too so we would look good in the pictures on Christmas Morning – the packages were squishy but we were allowed to open those on Christmas eve!

Urban Panther,
Those traditions are so fun…I ended up getting my kids a Bordeaux Egg and a wind up toy and a new swim suit…for their Easter Basket.
My Father had his doctorate in Education and wrote a law stating: “Every Child Deserves an Individual Education” Think gifted and special needs children. He was up for Secretary of Education for the USA but President Kennedy was shot –

Julie,
Thank you for your lovely words. My mum was the driving force at our household because my father was off saving the world so much of the time. I do not think my mum was ever my friend or confident. She was a gracious, lovely person, who just worked all the time. Her best friends were her brothers and sisters and she belonged to a philanthropic educational organization for women that she was dedicated to those friends and activities and then you add in teaching Sunday School and church activities and she had a very full life!

It’s funny (and my mom and I laugh about this, now), but I really don’t remember many specific “mom” instances from my early days, but that’s no fault of hers. She was a busy homemaker with three young children, pets, and a garden, until I was 11 when she began working in an office. It was my dad who factored so largely in our life. His was such a HUGE, warm glowing bright soft beautiful wise and wonderful personality that the whole family revolved around him. It was after his passing in my mid-20s that my mom and I became deeply close friends. I value that: that we are friends!

I got 1 small chocolate bunny and jelly beans were hidden around the house to find. I also got socks and underwear (items that also showed up in my Christmas stocking!). For my kids, same deal with the candy and I got them a Spring jacket, or if that still fit from the previous year, 1 Spring outfit.

I could go on and on about family traditions in terms of Easter dinner, but perhaps I’ll save that for another day.

BTW, what was your dad teaching?

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Just like you got underwear for Easter, Christmas always brought my new supply. Plus, socks. As a child, whenever I opened a squishy present, I knew it would be clothes, which wasn’t too exciting.

Whenever I travel, underwear is one of the first things I pack, counting the pairs to make sure I have enough for each day, or at least enough until I know I’ll be able to do laundry.

Your mother and my mother have some very similar ideas.

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I’m grateful my mother was (is) a really good cook – I have grown up with well-educated taste buds. I enjoyed reading about your family, Patricia! Aren’t people funny.

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MADE your sleeping bags. MADE clothing. Very undie conscious. How dear.

As to Scotland, you could always wear a kilt, and you know what they say about kilts and undies – never the twain shall meet, one less thing to worry about packing.

My mom taught me to love the simplicity of nature, the delight of a new sprout or bud. My dad taught fairness, by example.

Good night!! I AM going tenting tomorrow and Sunday!!

xo

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