The Art of Remembering: Momma

Remembering Momma

Vivid memories of my momma range from learning to dance at the Moose 

to her cooking at the restaurant she owned when I was in my teen years.  

Thanks to a Kodak Brownie camera, 

I have photos of my momma in different surroundings.

In the photo above,

Momma is standing by her car which is parked

behind her restaurant.

You might notice that my momma is glaring at me 

as I’m ready to snap her picture.  

In fact, she said, “ Do not take ONE more !%*#! picture of me in my robe!”   

So, of course, I did.

Momma and Dad had only one day off a week- Sundays.  

So she’s relaxing while Dad is cooking the food for our Sunday brunch.  

He did that because Momma cooked at her restaurant 

14 hours a day Monday through Thursdays and 

16 hours a day on Fridays and Saturdays.  

So late (around 10 a.m.) Sundays, 

Dad cooked pork chops, eggs, fried potatoes and biscuits for our brunch. 

Even with the overwhelming hours that Momma worked,

when special events happened in my life,

she was always there for my younger brother and me.

One time,  when we were relaxing after closing time, 

she wondered aloud at what her life amounted to.

Shocked, I blurted out that she had raised two kids who were not delinquents.  

Wasn’t that enough?

  

I realize that I was not mature enough at the time 

to specify all the ways that she had touched not just her family, 

but the lives of others.  

I pray that our Lord has let her know that 

she was a good and faithful servant and welcomed her with His loving arms.

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