Sunday entry for Mom

 

Sundays were always for Mom.

A call,

a visit,

dinner,

How are you doing?

A hug,

A soft face,

kind hand,

Here are some cookies,

There,

all better.

 

 

 

 

Here are some memoirs for Mom.

As I pull them out I want to share the moments

and you will feel the power of my mother, too.

 

from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam in Mom's handwriting
My Mom recited these and this was here favorite version.




Here is a Telegram of when My Mother's Father Carl died (my grandfather).
It must have been eerie getting telegrams sometimes
when this is the news.
My Mom was 5, her brother 15
and My Mom,
and Fanny,
his wife, My Grandmother
 was Heartbroken
Forever.
 

Button, Button

Button, Button,
Who has the Button?

The last and first words I remember my Grandmother say.
She is a shadow in my memory, a mirage, at times,
her soft face just out of reach,
wishing I had been a little older
when she let go.

Somehow I incorporate her few photos
into a person of 3 dimensional qualities,
but the reality sets in
and I am 2 again.
I just do not remember her.

Fanny is her name, I did another post about her as the stage actress.
She is a woman I knew from my Mother's stories.

My mother relied on Fanny to tell her about her Father,
my Grandfather.
Fanny lost Kelly when Mom was 5.

Still all I have is the memory of a button box,
I still have a few of those buttons.
Oh, and those bright Bohemian eyes,
that soft way Mom would talk about her,
Who has the Button?

And trying to explore who Fanny was,
The Woman
living through the last great depression,
with what she had to deal with,
and all they had were buttons to play with.

Who has the Button?

Fanny

Fanny.

This is where it all started.

Fanny, my grandmother.

She made the quilt squares listed a few posts back.

Mom relayed to me that Fanny

as a young woman became an actress

and when the travel became too

much for her father, he put a stop to that.

Would Fanny have been opposite Lionel Barrymore if given the chance?

You bet!

I went by Fanny for a time in High

School and Jr. High.

Fanny in my memories? I only have one.

Sitting in the living room on

128 e. high and

her saying, "Button, button, who's got the button?"