She would have been 100 today

+JMJ+ Today my mother would have been one hundred years old. She was born in 1922, a few years before the Great Depression, into what would today be considered a large family. Her parents were poor but generous and would let passing strangers do odd jobs for good home-cooked meals at the kitchen table.

One day a man came by looking to work for food and my little grandmother (she was even shorter than me and I stand only five feet) took him in and began to prepare some food, didn’t even ask him to work first. But he had other ideas. When she turned her back, he took her large iron skillet and hit her over the head with deadly force, then stole what was surely her tiny bit of household money. They didn’t have much. I don’t know what he was thinking, robbing such poor people and murdering to do it.

My mother was seven when her mother was taken from her with such violence. She had one younger sister and some older siblings. They all had to take on more adult roles from that horrible day onward. My mother had to stand on a stool and take her turn at the stove. I guess it was no wonder that she would resent housework later in her life, though I never really thought about that aspect of it until I wrote that just now. She didn’t have a childhood and the trauma of those young years left her with scars that we couldn’t see but we all felt them.

Her life wasn’t all dark. I know I may have made it sound that way, but it wasn’t. And we had a lot of joy in our house while I was growing up. She was an artist and though I didn’t get her talent for the visual arts, I did get her love of music. Well, Dad loved music, too, but he didn’t branch out as much as she did. (He was stuck on the Big Band stuff, which I like, too, but not only Big Bands. I mean, I like In the Mood as much as the next gal, but come on, I do like lots of other tunes and styles and even eras.)

All of this to say, I’m thinking of you tonight, Mom, I think of you often. And I pray for you, too, though I know there’s a good chance you didn’t have to spend much time in Purgatory, considering what all you went through while you were here on earth. I hope you know that I love you and I always will. I hope we’ll be together again one day, and that you’re together with all your sisters and your brother, and your father and your mother. Happy 100th birthday, Mom. I miss you.


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Image: Rose and candle from Pixabay. (I was going to include a photo of Mom but I just realized that all the photos are in the guest bedroom which has all the stuff from the back bedroom in it now, a result of the—very humble—home studio project. Guess the next big project on an ever growing list is to clean out the guest room and finally begin scanning that drawerful of family photos.)

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3 thoughts on “She would have been 100 today

  1. Chris Topher

    My grandmother was born in 1913 and orphaned (mother to Spanish Flu father to an industrial accident). She lived through the Great Depression and WWII. In 2014 I got to visit the Parish (since closed) where she was baptized and got to touch the Font. I think a lot of our parents and grandparents from that era carried a bit of sadness throughout their lives. There are pictures of her where even though she’s smiling it seems like her face is full of sadness, especially her eyes. But they taught us something, there’s something greater than ourselves, and our pain, and the evil in this world. It’s something that the Adversary wants us to forget when they tell us they are tired of our thoughts and prayers. They taught us to remain rooted in the One who opened his arms on the cross to carry our burdens and pain. He didn’t promise it would be easy, and these days I know it. He did promise us that if we persevered and finished the race that we would win no Earthly laurel. God Bless your Grandmother and Mother. Thanks for passing on a little reminder that our ancestors sacrificed not just to give us a better life, but so that we would know where and to Whom we should turn whether times are good or bad. I hope they’re all up there praying for us until the day we see them again. God Bless!

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  2. I just realized, while I was tweeting the link to this post, that my mom was born just 7 years before the Great Depression began, and her mother’s murder took place when my mom was 7, so it was the same year. I don’t recall ever realizing that before. Dang, how could I miss that all this time?

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