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Mother’s Day Tribute — 36 Comments

  1. What a grand tribute! Yer Mom clearly lives on in ye – and in the love shared yer Family. We are honoured to call ye “Family” and salute ye for all ye do and accomplish, daily. Our best to ye always…

    • Our best to y’all, too! It touches me that a little bit of something might live on in me. She had such a hard life of silent pain that most people weren’t even aware, if it weren’t for the slowing of her gait and a limp now and then before having both knees replaced! I can hope to be half the woman she was when I should be able to accomplish at least as much without such an affliction.

  2. What a wonderful tribute. I know she looks down on you with pride.
    BTW…After seeing the beach photo I sure know who you take after. The hair is shorter, but you favor her a lot.

    • I hope she does, Steffi. I was wondering if she and Daddy would be proud of me the night I received the award a few weeks ago. I wish they could’ve shared that evening with me. I do miss them both so much . . . . . and I hope you had a great day, too! Oh, and you’re the second person to say that about my favoring her a lot!

  3. Your mothers love for her family and your love for her is very evident in your blog. And the tributes to you from your sons are memories to always cherish.

    I filled a sandwich baggie with sugar free chocolate pieces to carry to my mom today and went by the store to pickup a small bouquet for her. There were only 2 bouquets left! Neither were really fresh but one was better than the other and as I started to pick it up, a young father and a little girl about 5 or 6 walked up to get a bouquet. They looked at the one left and she said it is dead daddy. He said they would try another place. I asked if she liked the one I had and she did. I asked her if she thought my mommy would rather have a bag of candy instead of flowers and she shyly nodded. Guess who got the bouquet. And I had a mom who was munching on candy when I left her place later. Happy Mothers Day everyone. Stay safe in this tornadic weather.

    • Oh, Cammy, you made somebody’s Mother’s Day very special . . . well, more than one mom!!! Did you give your mother a big hug for me? She’s such a strong woman and example of hard work and what it means to do things yourself. I hope you had a wonderful Mother’s Day, too!

  4. What a beautiful tribute to your Mother. Yes, Wendy, both of your parents were looking down from Heaven to see you get the coastal stewardship award a few Friday’s ago. I really do believe they are like our angels looking down from above. Even though I know the theological arguments against such thoughts!

    I did not know that what the company your Dad worked for and it was a well known mud logging company. If I remember correctly they developed some of the early well logging technology. The well logs allow the driller and geologist and drilling engineers—the entire team to see what they are drilling through like how much sand and shale and determine the porosity and resistivity and know where the pay zones are located. Drilling a well is bit like a complex surgery on the earth.

    My Mom was two years older than your Mom. Today at a special Mother Day dinner we all spent the day sharing stories of our parents and how they ended up coming to Louisiana.

    For those of us who had parents who grew up during the Great Depression–they endured not only very harsh winters but also lived through a season when commodities like sugar and steel were rationed for the war effort.

    My Mom and her sisters made dresses out of material from flour sacks. Everything got recycled in those days.

    • Your reflections bring me great joy this morning, Lillian, and thank you for shedding some light on the work my dad might have done while working for Hycalog. I have an old photo of him standing in one of the portable office buildings, looking like he was doing some kind of calculations. He was so YOUNG in that photo! Late 20s!!! I had no clue there were land rigs in Michigan, but there must have been! I wish he were alive so I could ask him questions about that work. At that point, he didn’t even have his bachelors in math yet, and later earned his Master’s in Industrial Engineering. What a great way for y’all to celebrate your parents who have gone before us.

      • This is a wonderful and touching tribute to your mother. Having had my own bouts with osteoarthritis, I understand her pain in a way I might not have a year or two ago. Thankfully, mine’s under control now, thanks to cherry juice (!!!) but it must have been so hard on her to have to undergo those treatments and surgeries.

        The reason I tucked my comment in here is because of our dads. I didn’t know yours had a degree in Industrial Engineering. My own dad, with only a high school education, rose up to the supervisory ranks of the IE department at Maytag. We always laughed at him, trying to bring time/motion management studies into our house! Mom would just roll her eyes.

        Unfortunately, he never went as far as he could, because his boss refused to promote someone without a degree. But the men he worked with loved and respected him — and despised the man who wouldn’t promote him. 🙂

        • Daddy’s story is somewhat similar in that after marriage, he went to night classes while working at ARKLA Gas as a draftsman, earning his bachelor’s in math. He stayed with ARKLA, slowly moving up the ranks, and then when I was in high school, he earned his Master’s going to night classes. I typed his thesis for him when I was as senior in high school. I just had no clue the magnitude of what my dad was accomplishing at the time, though. Marrying in 1954 and becoming a full-fledged engineer in 1973, almost 20 years later! But you’re right, without those degrees, he would have never been advanced up the ranks.

  5. What a heart warming, nostalgic trip back to your roots. It made me think of my situation with my mom, and you know the story, I called her and it made all the difference in the world. It’s true, put your differences aside, forgive and let the past go, its the past, all that can be changed is the here and now. Without out our mothers, where would we be? Who would our children be? We owe alot to our mothers, let them know it.

    • Yes, I do understand, and I’m so glad you called her. Really and truly. Thanks for letting me know! Where would we be, indeed?

  6. Loved reading this. I miss your Mom and Dad very much. They were truly a love story and you could see it reflected in the way they looked at one another. I always looked forward to Aunt Donna’s deviled eggs!

    A belated Happy Mother’s Day.

    • Those good ol’ deviled eggs! The only time we got them was if we managed to snatch one up at a church picnic or potluck meal before they were all gone. Why is it that deviled eggs were for special occasions only? and not for once a week, LOL?!!! What do you recall about how she prepared them? Do you recall sweet pickle relish in them?

      • I love deviled eggs! Maybe we should make this a thing at our family gatherings now! Or maybe I’ll just request them on my birthday…do you have her recipe?

        • She really didn’t do anything fancy. I’ve made them several times for Seth, since he’s the only one who’s ever requested them. She always put sweet pickle relish in, as I recall. Maybe I can ask Nanny Carol to see what she recalls, but YES, we should add them to our family memorial dishes’ list!!! I’ll be happy to make you some!

          • That is how mom made them. She added about a tablespoon of sweet relish to the yolk mixture. I think she boiled about 6 or 8 eggs. She always sprinkled paprika over the top of the finished ones too.

  7. I always enjoy your stories and the love of family. You are a very gifted writer, just keep up the good work. I hope you had a very happy MOTHER’S DAY. I ‘m researching my background and I hope give my grandchildren a love of country and background for patriotism. Have a great week.

    • I encourage you to give them that heritage so they can pass it on! I know you will do a great job . . . another labor of love for your grand kids, Louise!

  8. Such a lovely post to read! I miss Mamaw. She was such a sweet, gentle lady. And I may not remember her cooking very well but I’ll always remember her orange chair and her little cabinet next to it with all of her manicure tools and numerous shades of nail polish, most of them red!

    • Funny the things we remember as children. Have you seen Mamaw’s rocker since I had it recovered recently and placed in my room? It’s a little crowded, but I love having it here . . . it reminds me of my grandmothers, too, since it started out in their living room in the old house my grandfather built in the early 1900s!! When it was in their house, my daddy sat in it on Wed. evenings when we great-grandmother sat so Grandmother Vi could go to choir practice! Plus, Mamaw rocked all of you three oldest children in it as babies, as did I.

  9. Lovely tribute to your mom, Wendy. My dad was the oldest of 14 as well, a position which taught him enormous patience. I love real-life stories like this.

    • No, Merle, I didn’t mention it, but I had 2 older half siblings, and I am the first-born daughter of my parents. Then came my younger sister, and last of all, my brother. Yep, I’m a first-born, type A personality!!! And did many of the boy things with my dad until baby brother was big enough to step in and be the son! Explains why I was such a tomboy and still pretty much have those tendencies today! I think they call is moxie, but I see it as a good thing!

  10. If we don’t have at least 10 more female comments, I will wait and do the drawing another time. Thanks to those who have already taken the time to comment, however!

  11. Love your column,; family, love , fishing, cooking , open waterways & wildlife —- I envy your lifestyle !

    • Hi Jo. Is this your first time commenting? If so, welcome to the bayou. I’m so glad to have a new reader who enjoys following life and culture on the bayou. Thanks so much for visiting, reading, and for taking the time to leave such a nice comment! BW

  12. Thank you so much for a glimpse of your history. It’s a beautiful story and good for us to hear. Relationships with mothers are sometimes tangled and your reminders of love and forgiveness are the best message.

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