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Eva’s Byte #366 – Bits and Pieces
With Mother’s Day just around the corner, I’ve dedicated this blog to my 91-year-old mother who continues to wield a profound influence on me. In recent years, she survived a stroke, cardiovascular surgery, and COVID. To my delight and pride, she’s still independent, feisty, plainspoken, and stylish. We’ll celebrate the day having lunch with my cousins at one of our favorite restaurants.
The bits and pieces of tributes I’ve selected are tweaked from previous memoirs and blogs:
It is suggested that to become a good writer, one must first be a good reader. My mother whetted my lifelong appetite for reading. Ever since I was a toddler sitting on her lap while she read stories to me, I developed a fascination with words, delighted by the turn of phrase in the English fairy tale, “Teeny Tiny”: “Once upon a time there was a teeny-tiny woman who lived in a teeny-tiny house in a teeny-tiny village …”
Two pearls of wisdom she often dispensed which echo in my mind are: “Don’t follow the crowd—be a leader” and “Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes.”
Widowed at thirty-five, she blazed trails during a time when no parental support groups or pop network psychologists existed. Having just gotten her driver’s license, she got behind the wheel of her blue 1966 Chevy Nova and gunned it out of the driveway. On a mission, she was intent on giving my junior high school principal a piece of her mind after I told her he’d been paying visits to the girls’ gym locker room. Needless to say, we didn’t see him “no more!”
Before the start of my sophomore year in college, I wanted to quit because the classes I needed to register had filled up and closed, making me frantic in my attempt to drop/add, drop/add. Exhausted and blistered, I blurted my intention to her. Although my mother sympathized, she extended no pity, telling me I wasn’t the only one to face a challenge. However, she made a call to the Dean telling him in no uncertain terms that for the price of my tuition, she expected me to get the classes I needed to graduate. The following day the Dean opened up more sections for those in a similar plight.
I have folded a printed copy of this blog inside her Mother’s Day card which was mailed.
*Regardless of gender or caregiving role, may the spirit of Mother’s Day be with you.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
The bits and pieces of tributes I’ve selected are tweaked from previous memoirs and blogs:
It is suggested that to become a good writer, one must first be a good reader. My mother whetted my lifelong appetite for reading. Ever since I was a toddler sitting on her lap while she read stories to me, I developed a fascination with words, delighted by the turn of phrase in the English fairy tale, “Teeny Tiny”: “Once upon a time there was a teeny-tiny woman who lived in a teeny-tiny house in a teeny-tiny village …”
Two pearls of wisdom she often dispensed which echo in my mind are: “Don’t follow the crowd—be a leader” and “Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes.”
Widowed at thirty-five, she blazed trails during a time when no parental support groups or pop network psychologists existed. Having just gotten her driver’s license, she got behind the wheel of her blue 1966 Chevy Nova and gunned it out of the driveway. On a mission, she was intent on giving my junior high school principal a piece of her mind after I told her he’d been paying visits to the girls’ gym locker room. Needless to say, we didn’t see him “no more!”
Before the start of my sophomore year in college, I wanted to quit because the classes I needed to register had filled up and closed, making me frantic in my attempt to drop/add, drop/add. Exhausted and blistered, I blurted my intention to her. Although my mother sympathized, she extended no pity, telling me I wasn’t the only one to face a challenge. However, she made a call to the Dean telling him in no uncertain terms that for the price of my tuition, she expected me to get the classes I needed to graduate. The following day the Dean opened up more sections for those in a similar plight.
I have folded a printed copy of this blog inside her Mother’s Day card which was mailed.
*Regardless of gender or caregiving role, may the spirit of Mother’s Day be with you.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
