Sunday, May 10, 2020

How to ruin big sister’s date night



They were quite the little women, my mother, Nellie, and her four sisters: Lizzie, Beulah, Mabel, and Kathleen. She also had three brothers: Henry, Rex, and Johnny. But today I’m focusing on the little women.


 An Invitation by Andrea Kowch


Mischief makers. Innocent mischief, but mischief nonetheless. Her journal, a childhood memoir now in my possession, is filled with stories of their antics…The time her older sister, Beulah, decided it wasn’t fair her baby doll was bald and Nellie’s had long lustrous hair.

No, not fair at all. And so, Beulah took the liberty of stealing. Locks of love! Cut and paste and voila! Brand new hair for her own baby. Nellie’s shorn jagged. Her beautiful doll ruined for life.


One of her journal entries describes her childhood living room and a memory of one particular evening of innocent mischief:

“Directly in front of the fireplace there was a settee – a long padded bench with arms and back, a primitive sofa with matching brown leather chairs. It was a cozy atmosphere when we sat there in front of the open fireplace and listened to the logs hiss and spit every so often.

With this living room suite came a wooden table with compartments on each end which held our Holy Bible and several books and magazines. On the table sat our kerosene lamp by which we read at night.

I remember one occasion when Lizzie was sixteen, a young man came to visit her. Mama, thinking she was too young to ‘take company,’ made Beulah and me go in and ‘chaperone.’ Beulah walked in with me right behind her, then picked up the Bible, and the two of us took a seat near the young couple, Lizzie and her suitor, Marvin Gaye.

We sat before them the whole time, reading the Bible, but mostly giggling the night away. Lizzie’s beau never returned after that.”

Ha! I guess not. Poor Marvin. Subjected to a night of silly giggling, scripture reading, looks from two young women saying, don’t even think about it.

Happy Mother’s Day, Nellie. Your memory brought a much-needed smile to my face. It’s like you were here, telling the story all over.  























What memory of your mother has made you smile? 








10 comments:

  1. The story of Lizzie, her beau, and the two giggling sisters brought a smile to my face too.
    My mother had great humour and many of her sayings made me smile; unfortunately, they sound funy only in the original language, which is not english.
    She also had a great voice, and liked to sing especially religious pieces made popular by famous cantors. Her imitation of the cantor used to make me smile with pride.

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    1. I'd love to hear your mother's cantors. Do you remember any of these?

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  2. This is priceless, what you shared, Debra...

    A few days ago, my daughter, Carrie Lyndal, sent me a collage of herself, of me, and of my grandmother, on my mother's side. My grandmother's name was Mary Lyndal... The point my daughter was making was how much we three looked like my late Mom.

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    1. How sweet of Carrie! That gift must have meant a great deal to you, Michael.

      Hey, by the way, how's it going for you? I'd say what's going on in your world, but I kind of know. How's the writing going? Me, I finished a poetry book but didn't want to publish it now. But I am writing another book. Working at a snail's pace, but working.

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    2. I am just working and floating along. We don't have it too bad where I live. The big city Sodom and Gomorrahs of Tennessee want to emulate the coastal regions, but they lack the discipline or focus to make it all fall down.

      Let me know when you publish your book. I would like to be in on that event. Thanks!

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    3. You'll be the first to know. Take care my poet friend.

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