Family memories never were forgotten – Beleive it or not today is my mom would have turned 104th. She grew up during the roaring ’20s, the flu calamity, smallpox anger, World War I, and the melancholy. I know each one of these influenced her. Her father died from a heart that was weakened because of the effects of fever. Peggy, returned with her daughter to Salt Lake City to be closer to the family was called by my grandmother. But she cried for the home and Spokane which my grandfather had built for them and so she bundled her few possessions and Mama and left. This, to me, was a courageous decision as it wasn’t accepted to raise a child or to live. Peggy went to work, something besides boarding home owners and school marms to break these rules.
My mom’s house and Peggy was a darling Craftsman situated on a tree-lined road. A couple of blocks walked while neighbors tended to Mother to catch the trolley. Mama loved the neighbors as she loved her excursions to go to Peggy at work. She had freedom although as a child, she was guarded. Riding the trolley walking from home to school blocks, and preparing dinner for the return of Peggy was only some of these.
My mom and one high school graduation held in the spring in addition to the winter, Mama boarded the train to University, where she studied journalism and English. She enjoyed her time there and all. Her career changed to homemaker, and wife, Mom, a job that she fulfilled for several years with excellence. The last of five daughters continued her home duties when I was born but An education.
I remember being angry with her. When she arrives after school a woman needs her mom? She spent long hours before and after whipping her library since it was her job and because Mama was committed. I might have pouted, to no avail, however, as she’d discovered a job that offered the opportunity to become independent and boost her sense of self-worth to her. I understand that in retrospect. She set a standard, but it gave me pleasure and therefore her pleasure, also, although I can imagine going back to school and starting my job at 50.
I realize I am saddened by that and that not every individual has a Mom such as I. A Mother is a powerful foundation for being a role model and a good Mother, Dad, and a good kid. Those little details add up to an individual that is phenomenal, and that was my Mama.