Paradise18
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I was thinking about my mother this afternoon while I was peeling potatoes. She always said I left more potato on the peel than I put in the pot.
My mom provided security.
My mom would spank us with wooden spoons. The worst was in a moment of desperation she grabbed a dirty one from the sink with food gunk stuck to it. I remember screaming "get a clean one".
My most vivid memory of my mom was once when I was a kid she was screaming at us in the backyard and hit the back door so hard with her fist that it shattered into a million pieces.
Ahh the Hilltop,,being torn down at this moment, Mom made me dress up to go there, great memoriesWhat an angel your stepmom was to you, Soldier's Sweetie.
Big lump in my throat reading all these stories.
Does anyone remember the Hilltop Restaurant in Saugus, MA? The enormous steakhouse/maze of rooms with the iconic cactus and fake cows that MIT students loved to out up on top of buildings and stuff?) Well one year my brother and I took our mother there for Mother's Day. Mom was all dressed up, in heels, and had a couple of highballs. Well she went to the bathroom and never returned to the table. We initiated a search which involved paging her and going room to room, etc. We couldn't imagine what happened to her, but after nearly an hour we were getting really worried. I'm not sure who thought of it but I eventually went out to the parking lot where our car was parked way down back, and there she was - sitting on the car, swinging her legs, going, "Where have you been?"
not realizing the trouble she'd caused, lol.
I am fortunate that at 89, she is still with us. This week at work I opened my lunch bag and found three big strawberries with the tops neatly trimmed and a small piece of strawberry cake that she'd given to me. She's pretty cute.![]()
My mom used to spank us with those too - she would break them on us. She would also buy those wooden paddles with the rubber balls attached to them with elastic, and cut the elastic and balls off and use the paddles to hit us. I remember her breaking those on us as well.
My parents divorced when I was 18. It was very contentious and my mother was just shipwrecked. Despite her deep depression, she managed to pull it together for us kids by taking us camping for the fourth of July. In Florida. In a tent. On the beach. We got the car stuck in the sand. We all got sunburned. The tent wasn't even up before my mother started crying. My sisters and brother and I were all teens, so we got some dinner going,and found mom a grape Nehi. Later that night, we walked down to the water with my guitar and sat around singing, playing in the sand, and listening to the waves crash. My mom had stopped crying by then and she declared that this was the best campout ever! Mom is 80 and she still loves to go camping.