As a child there was one movie that stands out in my mind…I Remember Mama!
Its appeal was the “home” life I wish I had as a child. A loving home and a safe environment. I longed for this kind of childhood…but it was far from it.
I have the movie, and watch it often, the character Irene Dunn played was so much like my Mom. I Remember Mama, my Mama, today she would have been 91, she died at 73.
Mom was a beautiful woman…and modeled in her early years. I’m so sad I couldn’t find a photo of her sitting on top of a convertible hood in a bathing suit.
Mom on the right with her sister Rita, they were very close their whole lives. Mom also had a difficult childhood. Her mother, Mamie, was 16 years old when she married a man who was 40 years older. The children by his first marriage were older than my grandmother. He was a Canadian sailor who love to drink and hit.
Mom grew up during the depression and it was very traumatizing to her. They were very poor and many of their meals consisted of bread and gravy. After grandpa died my grandmother earned her living “cleaning” homes. I can remember Mom always talking about the few dresses she had growing up…but were always clean to go to school in.
I’m already crying as I write this post. You see, I miss her so..she was the closest love that I experienced as a child. She had a nurturing love that mothers’ do. She was always in a good mood and very passionate.
My parents made a very attractive couple. My dad was handsome guy and new it. He was what we call today a “bad boy” type. My sister Cheryl in dad’s lap and my sister Christine in mom’s.
A photo of all my brothers and sisters with Mom in the middle. I’m standing in back on the right. When I look at this photo I see all of us smiling, but the only smiles we experienced as children always centered around Mom.
Mom was truly our protector in every sense of the word. Not what most mother’s would need to do, but she protected us as much as she could…and she endured a lot of physical abuse. I’m crying to think of her tortured life with my dad. As we got older we all ganged together against dad from physically hurting her, or us anymore.
My fondest memories as a child was Mom’s creative inspiration. She made all us girls clothes (4) and she won awards for the silk hats she made. No one looked better in a hat than she did. She also had a great sense of style in her clothing as well as in home decor. I’m always amazed how she could transform something ugly into something beautiful. She would of had a great blog!
She was also passionate about cooking…cooking for a family of 12 was not an easy task. But she enjoyed it so. Our holidays were beyond beautiful. Mom made sure we had the best Christmas, every other day could be hell, but Christmas was a very happy time for us. She’d bake for weeks and “hid” the sweets up in the attic. We pretended we didn’t know!
My fondest times/memories with Mom was in my late teens and early twenties. My three older siblings were gone and I finally had my own room. We would sit at night after night watching TV while we knitted, sewed or any other craft we were engaged in. We’d laugh and had so much fun. It was a special time in my life.
Thank you Mama for being my Mom…oh how I love you! This may seem strange but one of my biggest longings is to be able to hold her once more…and to smell her!
I cannot write as beautifully as others, but I hope my words convey how much I love her!