Favorite stories about your mother

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Some of us have shared out mother's name and photo.

How about a favorite story about your mother - one that showed what she was really made of?
I have a lot of stories, but this one is one of my favorites.

1966 - a normal Sunday morning. Mom had already planned dinner, but she wanted to go get some pies from a roadside stand run by Amish people on the outskirts of town. Their baked goods and cheeses were fabulous.....yum. The place was located not far from the state prison, which was set far off the main road.

I got in the car with Mom and as we got close to the pie place we noticed a well-dressed young woman walking with two young kids. It was a country road, no sidewalk. Mom pulled up and asked the woman if she needed a ride. The woman said she and the kids were going to visit their father. Mom told her to get in and she would take her.

When the woman got out of the car at the prison visitor's entrance, Mom asked what time she needed to be back at the Greyhound station for the trip home, and gave the woman a piece of paper with her name and our phone number - telling her to call. Then we went to get our pies.

Later the woman called and told Mom if she was busy they could call a cab, but Mom wouldn't hear of it. She's made sandwiches, and put them in a brown grocery bag with a container of juice and a bag of cookies. We waited at the Greyhound station (which was actually a newsstand with a few benches) until the bus came. As the woman thanked and hugged Mom, she had tears in her eyes. She turned to me and said "Your mother is a peach."

I agreed. :love_heart:

 

[Mrs. Robinson]

Some of us have shared out mother's name and photo.

How about a favorite story about your mother - one that showed what she was really made of?
I have a lot of stories, but this one is one of my favorites.

1966 - a normal Sunday morning. Mom had already planned dinner, but she wanted to go get some pies from a roadside stand run by Amish people on the outskirts of town. Their baked goods and cheeses were fabulous.....yum. The place was located not far from the state prison, which was set far off the main road.

I got in the car with Mom and as we got close to the pie place we noticed a well-dressed young woman walking with two young kids. It was a country road, no sidewalk. Mom pulled up and asked the woman if she needed a ride. The woman said she and the kids were going to visit their father. Mom told her to get in and she would take her.

When the woman got out of the car at the prison visitor's entrance, Mom asked what time she needed to be back at the Greyhound station for the trip home, and gave the woman a piece of paper with her name and our phone number - telling her to call. Then we went to get our pies.

Later the woman called and told Mom if she was busy they could call a cab, but Mom wouldn't hear of it. She's made sandwiches, and put them in a brown grocery bag with a container of juice and a bag of cookies. We waited at the Greyhound station (which was actually a newsstand with a few benches) until the bus came. As the woman thanked and hugged Mom, she had tears in her eyes. She turned to me and said "Your mother is a peach."

I agreed. :love_heart:

Wonderful story AC!

In her later years,my mom loved to go out and dance. My dad never liked to dance and her second husband became a paraplegic after a skydiving accident shortly after they were married.They ultimately divorced as well,and she would go out dancing with her friends almost nightly-even after working 10-12 hours a day. So one day my daughter asked me to sew something for her. She then asked me who taught me how to sew. I told her that my Nonie (my grandma) had taught me to sew. She said,"Oh,my Nonie doesn`t sew. My Nonie dances." I ended up geting my mom a bracelet for Mother`s Day one year that was engraved with "My Nonie dances"... By the way though,my mom was an excellent seamstress. She made all of the bridesmaid`s dresses for two of my sister`s weddings and one of my sister`s wedding dress.