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Time to consider what was the best ...

18 years ago

... message/lesson/example that you learned from your Mom?

As I said elsewhere during the past couple of days, I remember almost nothing of my Mom, as she went out of my life into a psych. hospital a few months after her third son was born (probably would now be called "post-partum depression" - then was diagnosed schizo) when I was about 5, and was back for a short time when I was about 7.

I think that I have a bit of memory of her hitting me around the legs with a switch taken as a small branch from a tree.

They tell me that one August about a dozen neighbours were helping with threshing our grain and Dad was moving straw to build the strawstack when one of the neighbours at the threshing machine shouted at him and pointed to the highway. I was about three at the time, and was wandering around the highway, including sitting in the middle of it (one of the major ones back in 1932, when there were fewer cars and they were slower - no thought of expressways).

Dad took a look ... and seeing Mom running down the short stretch of sideroad leading to the highway, announced that he wasn't worried ... that he figured that everything was in hand. He was right - they were!

Perhaps if someone had talked to me about things that Mom had done with me, shortly after she left, I might have remembered ... but much of that I imagine that Dad hadn't seen, and to have talked of the ones that he did would have been pretty painful for him, no doubt.

A year or so before Dad's death at 85 I went on a 2,000 mile trip with him, returning from Saskatchewan to Ontario and asked him whether he thought that he'd put some of his emotions into cold storage, after Mom's illness ... though he doubted that he had, I think that it would have been difficult for him to have talked about those things with me not long after Mom became ill.

Several who knew her, including a busy, genial, beloved aunt who sang and hummed as she worked, which aunt Mom had asked to look after her boys when she was taken to the hospital, tell me that Mom was a fine woman.

A number of knowledgeable agencies have said that the things that are part of a child's life prior to age 6 or so have a major effect on their later life - a tree grows in the way that the sapling was turned.

Mom died of TB when I was 13, and I was the member of the family that took the phone call from the hospital (not very sensitive on their part, I think) and I rode my bike through a windy September afternoon to tell Dad, who was pallbearer at a friend's funeral. I saw her a few days later, aged 39, with stringy, gray hair, looking rather old.

Farmer Dad used to say that he wanted to leave his farm (and the community, as well, I'd say, though I never heard him say as much, that I recall) in a better situation than he found it/them.

I think that Mom would have agreed.

When, just prior to the end of the Korean War (there was a truce, but no peace, to this day) I was considering being sent by our Church to Korea to help some of the hundred thousand or so refugees get back on their feet, I called Dad to tell him.

When he said that it seemed a long way away, I replied that when we were kids he'd taught us that when our neighbour was having trouble, we went to help. I think that possibly if Dad felt that the neighbour's trouble was largely of his own making, he might have gone to help with somewhat less alacrity ... but he'd probably have gone, anyway.

I told Dad that I felt that there were few people in the world having more trouble than a lot of those Koreans, at that time.

I don't think that I ever heard Dad say that he loved me (he was an only child, and rather taciturn) ... but my brothers and I all knew that he did. And step-sister, who became part of our family after I'd gone to University when she was just becoming a teen, and who didn't get along with her mother very well, loved Dad dearly and said that Dad never treated her any differently than he did the boys.

Grandma came to live with us (along with hired house-help) after Mom got sick and Grandpa died, and I remember when she was offering Dad some advice about how we boys were misbehaving ... he allowed (not in her hearing) that her ideas about child-raising were 20 years out of date when she raised him.

My young uns have been a couple of years motherless, now.

'Nuff (and more) from me - over to you folks.

Hope you all have a lovely, memorable and blessed Mother's Day.

ole joyful

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