Mother's Day is always special
As far back as I can remember Mother's Day was special. We were taught to wear a red flower if your mother was living or a white one if she died.
We would usually walk a mile on that day, from Wevaco to Decota, to be with Grandma Perry and all her family. Grandma Ellis lived 200 feet of our house.
As I grew older, I always looked forward to sending a card or gift to Mom on this special day. I called and visited with her when possible.
Little boys and girls have all kinds of memories about their mothers. All of mine are good, pleasant and beautiful. I thought of my mother as being a very beautiful lady and pictures prove it.
I enjoyed hearing Mom play the piano and sing. She was not an accomplished musician like her sister, Sylvia Hodge, pianist for years at the Scott Depot Church of God. Grandpa Perry bought an organ for his family and all had some musical ability. That trait had run its course when it got to me, but I do enjoy music.
In the wintertime, Mom would hang our washed clothes on chairs close to the two small fireplaces. On cold winter nights, the water bucket in the kitchen would freeze.
All those years Mom managed to have delicious meals and clean clothes for the family. At night when it was time to go to bed, she would read those exciting stories from the Bible.
She made sure our best clothes were clean and ready to wear to Sunday School and church services on Sunday morning when we always wore our best. The pastor was a welcomed guest at our house for the Sunday noon meal and evening snack.
I grew up in a home where Sunday School teachers and pastors were loved and appreciated. I was always delighted when they came to our house.
Mom worked many long hours to provide for her family. There was no washer and dryer, no time-consuming television, no computers, no phone, until we moved to Scott Depot and its well-used "party line" and personal operators.
We moved to Scott Depot when I was 17. Our living quarters had consisted of three rooms and a path. Imagine how thrilled Mom was to have eight rooms and a bath. Each child had their own bedroom. Whoever heard of such luxury?
During Mothers Day weekend, I'll be thinking about my mother and Kitty's mother and my grandmothers. They made a tremendous difference in my life. Kitty has been a super mother, a combination of her mother and my mother. Our daughter, Elizabeth, has been just like her two grandmothers. Her children will be like her.
St. Paul nailed it in his second letter to Timothy, ". . . that I may be filled with joy, when I call to remembrance the genuine faith that is in you, which dwelt first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice, and I am persuaded is in you also" (2 Timothy 1:4,5).
Be thankful and express gratitude for mothers and grandmothers.
Bill Ellis is a syndicated columnist who can be reached at P.O. Box 345, Scott Depot, WV 25560; phone 304-757-6089.