Friday, January 19, 2018
Today, January 13, 2018, is a milestone birthday for our oldest son, a milestone for me too, that of the birth of my first child. I remember so well that cold morning in San Antonio when I was wakened in the early morning hours to realize this baby was on the way 2 weeks earlier than expected.
It is strange to me to consider the moments that stand out clearly - the way we closed the front door at 5139 Happiness Lane and stopped on the porch long enough for Joe to take a picture of me, grinning and wearing an ill fitting gray coat I had sewn for myself that winter. The front of the coat would no longer button. I remember the lining - jewel toned paisley, and the buttons - embossed antique silver. But I do not remember the drive, or what we said to each other although I can imagine our excited conversation. I do not remember going up to the 23rd floor of the Nix Hospital on the Riverwalk in San Antonio. After I was checked into a room, I was given Demerol and Scopolamine, a common practice in those days. So even though I had expressed a desire to be awake and aware for birthing, I remember nothing of the special moments mid afternoon when I gave birth. I do remember Joe telling me that we had a beautiful baby boy. Unlike today, when most couples know gender early, he announced that when he arrived. I remember the view from the end of the hall when I was allowed to walk there in the next days. The window looked out on the construction site of the World's Fair held in San Antonio beginning April 6 that year.
I remember the pride and joy we shared the day we brought our tiny baby boy home. And I remember the small nursery across from our bedroom. We bought a used crib and painted it creamy white. The only new furniture was a rocking chair my parents bought. It came unpainted; we painted it to match the crib. I made sheer yellow curtains and we hung a musical mobil over the crib which had a red rabbit among other animals. Sean loved that red rabbit!
Today, he is a fine man with a gray beard! He is a loving husband and father, brother and uncle. Little did I know pride and joy would multiply through the years, but they have. He is a man of integrity and honor and has weathered life storms with dignity. He works hard, reads, speaks Norwegian, and is a fine cook and gardener. Last night we gathered for a family meal and a loud Happy Birthday song from all of us. Happy Birthday, Sean!
Thursday, October 20, 2016
Today my sweet Mother, Opal Terrell Teal would be 103 years old. She died 10 years ago, a month short of her 93rd birthday. I miss her still, and while thinking of her I think of so many things about her that I miss, things that remind me of her.
she played the first piano notes I ever heard,
loved all the old Baptist hymns plus
Rustic Dance and I Love You a Bushel and a Peck
took me to piano lessons and made sure I practiced
when I played my piano today, it was a tribute to her
she found the prettiest cloth to make my dresses
smoothing fabric on her bed, laying the tissue patterns, cutting with care
sitting for hours at her Singer
in front of the window where Hawthorne bloomed
pinning and fitting before hand-stitching hems
and teaching me that, too
she brought me yellow roses when I was a young mother of 3 sons
Tyler roses, tight yellow buds in a bunch
in her last years there were petals of yellow sticky notes
to remind me she loved me
I miss her laughter,
the magazine and newspaper clippings she used to send in letters
she had the most beautiful handwriting
I miss the way she loved coffee
the way she smelled of face powder and Tide
I miss sitting by her,
her wrinkled hands clapping with joy or clasped in prayer
clinging by faith until it was by sight
Sunday, August 14, 2016
This year we celebrated Joe's birthday for more than a week! Our trip to San Francisco, the stay at Cavallo Point (his army base in the early 60's, then called Fort Baker), our visit with Jeremy and his family in Reno, and a family dinner back at home in Texas. I think he felt well celebrated!
While we were in Reno, Jeremy, Michala, Maddie, and Jordann arranged for us to have a dinner cruise on Lake Tahoe. The scenery was breathtaking, the food was excellent, and we enjoyed most of all sharing the special time with our Nevada family who now live so far away that we do not get to see them as much. They liked showing us their new home and surroundings, and we loved being with them and knowing what home looks like to them. I even learned to say Nevada correctly. Our granddaughters there are growing into beautiful young women.
Joe's birthday cruise dinner.
Saturday, February 13, 2016
Mignon was my first friend for after school play times and overnights where we "roasted" crackers over a flashlight and put doll dresses on her kitty. Her dog was a chow named Taffy. We got matching baby dolls and named them matching names. I went on campfire cookouts to a place called Fry's Gap with her family. Her older sister Charlotte and her parents were gracious and kind to me.