Mama

[Ole Joe Clark]

Mama had a hard life. Since there were no boys in the family, she had to do a man's work on the farm during her childhood. One of her hips always hurt her, because the mules ran away with her at some time during those days. My grandfather, was called "Papa", by Mom, and you could hear, and see her spirit uplift when she spoke of him. I remember many times when she talked of helping with the chores on the farm, plowing, picking cotton, etc. I remember hearing her tell about going to see some of the relatives when she was young, in a covered wagon.

I miss you Mama, have a blessed celebration in Heaven. Love, Leon

 

[Geronimo Jim]

What a wonderful post. Thank you.

 

[Watchdog]

I love this original post.

Simple, eloquent, and to the point...spoken from a son's heart. Sometimes the simplest way to say something is the best way.

Kudos to you, sir.

 

[Jinglebob]

Thank you. A very heartfelt tribute to your mother. Sounds like she could have been my mama. Women who grow up on the farm and work the land seem to have a special soul.

I wish I could give your post more than one “like”.

 

[BigBill]

I like hearing about the old days on the farm.

My family talked about outhouses and sears, Montgomery cataloge for toilet paper.

 

[4506517]

Awesome!

You only have one mama. Sounds like you had a great one.

 

[Muley Gil]

I like hearing about the old days on the farm.

My family talked about outhouses and sears, Montgomery cataloge for toilet paper.

Avoid the slick pages!

 

[ancient-one]

To bad toilet paper has nothing to read on it. MW & Sears had something to look at and wish for.

 

[rwsmith]

That's impressive

Life on a farm in those days was dedicated to constant work especially with no brothers around. My Mom didn't have to do farmwork, but coming through the depression was a feat in itself. Especially the years when my Grandfather was in the VA hospital (WWI vet) and she had to live in a basement under a pool hall. Unfortunately, but I can sure understand, it made her bitter. My Dad's family at least had an employed father, but they had it rough, too.

When I signed up at our Credit Union, I had to give several test questions. After many years, they arbitrarily changed the questions where when I tried to sign in, it asked questions that I had never answered. One of the questions was 'What city was your Father born in?' I told the support people that I never gave an answer to a question like that because my Father was born on the road at night somewhere around the Florida/Georgia state line. I know he was registered in Florida, but I have not idea where and it sure wasn't any 'city'.

It's funny that yesterday I was watching an old Andy Griffith show where a young woman wasn't allowed to have any nice things. Her father wasn't a 'bad' person, but in his mind, working a farm with only a daughter was a full time, 365 days a year job and there was just no room for that type of thing. They resolved the problem that by prettying the girl up, she'd attract a son-in-law quick, so Dad was happy.

 

[amazingflapjack]

Thank you for those lovely memories.