I never expected to be the kind of mother who’d hit her sweet child in the mouth but I was, totally unintentionally! I was a registered nurse on call for emergency acute hemodialysis. One Sunday night, I got a call just about the time the kids were headed to bed. I told Bud what was up and headed for the car. Unbeknownst to me, my young son, John, had also heard the call and thought it would be fun to scare me. Just as I settled in my car for the drive, somebody screamed and grabbed me from behind. By reflex, I slammed a backhand connecting with teeth.
John yelled for sure that time, as shocked as I was. He hadn’t taken the fight or flight response into consideration, never expecting his mother to attack. We both felt awful but I didn’t even have to discuss not pulling that stunt again.
Apology Got my stories out of sequence. To catch up, please go back and read 17 a just posted. Then move on to 17 b before you read this. Anna flung the door open thinking Joe was coming in with milk and eggs. A tall, thin woman in homespun holding a basket laughed at her surprise. “I’m Emma, Rufus’s wife. I was so proud to hear Joe had a new wife I didn’t wait for no invite. When Rufus said he was coming over to see if Joe I clumb right up in the wagon. I brung you some eggs, butter, and molasses for a welcome. It’s gonna be good to have a woman close by to neighbor with. You got any coffee left?”
Though Anya would have hoped to avoid company, she warmed to Emma’s warmth and pulled out a chair from the table for her. “Set yourself down. I think the coffee’s still hot.” She poured them both a cup and put a couple of biscuits on a plate to go with the butter and molasses.
Emma spread butter on a biscuit, ate it thoughtfully, and smiled. “You make a mighty fine biscuit. You gonna be a good wife to Joe. They ain’t nothin’ like good cookin’ to keep a man happy. I’m glad of it. I always been partial to Joe. He’s been alone too long.”
Sally toddled up to Anya’s knee, demanding her attention. Anya gave her a sip of milk from a cup while she gathered her thoughts, not wanting to betray herself. “Biscuits do please a man. I’m proud you like mine.”
“Your baby looks just like you with that white hair and blue eyes. Maybe Joe will lucky and the one comin’ will look like him.
Many years ago, when my father died in the wee hours of the morning, all five of us children and our spouses gathered back at home with Mother. She asked that we all spend the night, so she could have one night with all her five children under one roof. It was a challenge, but we managed to find beds for eleven. Every bed and sofa was taken. It must have been a sight. Continue reading
When my son was about three weeks old, my eighty-something great-uncle made a special trip over to visit him, unwrapping him, looking at his fingers, toes, and earlobes. After a full-body exam, he pronounced. “”He’s a healthy-looking boy. I believe he’ll make a fine man if he Ives and does well.” I was shocked,never having considered another possibility.
One morning about a week after I started first grade, Daddy finished up the last of his coffee and ground out his cigarette as Mama scraped the few leftovers onto a plate for Ol’ Jack. “All right kids. Best be getting’ ready for school.” He got up, putting on his felt had as he headed out the back door to do a couple of things before heading to his janitor job at Continue reading