I’ve been thinking of my parents a bit more than usual, and I know it’s because this is the weekend of their deaths, two days and two years apart. EVERYDAY when I awaken, I thank my Heavenly Father for the examples they set and the sacrifices they made, for they were indeed “goodly parents.” This weekend various and sundry family members will gather, and as we do I know thoughts of John and Margie will be on all of our minds.
About a week ago, I dashed off an email to my children about all of their grandparents and what it seemed to me to be some of their most obvious attributes. I even added a few things that others said so that it wouldn’t be so totally biased. This morning I’m going to cut and paste the parts about my parents without embellishment or editing of any type. (That’s meant as a disclaimer to any misspelled words or fragments).
I’m going to start with Mama for a couple of reasons, the more important being that she gave me life. Without her, I wouldn’t be here, and neither would you. The other reason is “Ladies first.”
Marjorie Ann. Whenever people mention her, they talk about how pretty she was, how kind and gracious…and also how sassy. And she did have a sassy streak, as you gals well know. She was a wonderful, loving mother who expected us to walk the line, and if we didn’t, we knew there’d be a consequence. Even now I can remember standing in the bathroom waiting for her to come in with a switch from outside. Ouch. I’d look up at the window and wonder how to escape. Alas, it was too high, and I was too small. I could write dozens of things and go off on all sorts of tangents, but what I’m thinking about right now is that she was a homemaker par excellance (French spelling?). She prepared breakfast every morning and supper every evening (at 6:00), and it was always tasty and nutritious. Meat, veggies, bread, and lots of rice. And she was a wonderful seamstress. When I was two years old, she made a dress for me that was completely hand stitched. Impressive, huh? She also loved reading about Indians (Native Americans if we’re being PC). Did I mention that she was quite a lady?
John Marlon. People who talk about him say that he was good looking, quiet, smart, and a little eccentric. Well, they might not actually use the word eccentric; they might say “different.” He was a great father, and we all four tried so hard to please him, never knowing whether we did or not. However, I actually saw him get choked up when he saw my human relations book, and I knew then that it just wasn’t in him to be as demonstrative and affectionate as some other men. Still waters run deep, doncha know? And lest I forget, he wrote the book on the Protestant work ethic…rain, snow, sleet, hail, in sickness and in health, out the door he went to earn the $$ for his family. Another thing that occurs to me tonight is that he insisted that we appreciate the food Mama had prepared. He taught me how to drive a straight drive, and that was an anxiety-producing experience since the Corvair (sp?) would lurch and cut off all the time. What sweet bliss when I finally caught on.
I’m hoping my sibs will read this and add their comments.Come on, you guys, the pressure’s on. And I’d enjoy reading about anyone else’s parents too.