Friday, April 24, 2009

Photo Album / May President's Patch

You can even download and print pictures from this album, if you like.

For me, May brings spring and Mother’s Day along with memories of wearing the traditional red rose to church in her honor. My mother was one of seven sisters, all with jewel names. Mother was Pearl, the third of nine children. She was the first from her family to go to college (Texas Tech) where she took homemaking. There, she met my dad and married after two years, so she never completed college. I remember her for her wonderful cooking, hot rolls, cream pies, and chocolate cake. She was an absolute color “blue” in personality and was not comfortable in the spotlight.
Mother and I were polar opposites and I’m sure she often wondered where this stubborn, out-spoken, energetic child came from. I often accused her of coming over with the Pilgrims because of her beliefs and attitudes. She loved Christian music. I liked Country Western. She only read the Bible, Southern Living and the Methodist Woman. I read everything I could get my hands on. She was afraid of everything and was very dependent on Dad. I have always been independent and like to travel and be adventurous. Mother was a true lady in every sense of the word. I only wanted to ride horseback, dance, read, and get out of the house. She would always say, “Juana, you can’t read until the work is done” Believe me, in her house the work was never done. Mother did get through to me though. “ You have to work hard for what you get; never leave home unless you match from the bow in your hair to your socks; you’re the oldest so you have to take more responsibility; pretty is as pretty does and; put that book down, I need you to ______!” You fill in the blanks. I really did wonder if God didn’t accidentally send me to the wrong parents.
I’ve realized that mother and I grew up in extremely different cultural times. Her culture taught her that marriage and children was the only way to go. I don’t think it ever occurred to her to want anything different. She used all of her energy in her home and rasing three children. I always wanted to get out of the house and I did. Mother had a hard time with my working and “leaving the kids”. I would have never been happy with limited interest. Neither is better than the other, just different. It is for sure that nobody is as surprised as I am that I am retired , quilting and enjoying it. But I must admit I still love to travel and I still read everything I can find after all of the work is done, of course!