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On the occasion of my mother’s 80th birthday, I spent some time thinking about all the things my mother taught me and wanted to share a few of them with you tonight. I have entitled this little reverie:
A Toast to my Mother (or how to clean a house well with some regularity)
1. Make your bed as soon as you get out of it.
2. Shake rugs vigorously every morning.
3. Bring in the milk (remember Baker’s Dairy home delivery?).
4. Take Muffie out to pee.
1. Bev washes and Ginnie dries the dinner dishes OR Ginnie washes and Bev dries. We fought about this constantly. Denise….Denise just looks cute.
Cleaning tasks on a Weekly basis:
1. Clean your bedroom closet floor and top shelf.
2. Clean and straighten your dresser drawers.
3. Scrub the oven racks OR scrub the inside of the refrigerator (take turns with your sister Bev on these tasks).
4. Do the ironing: Dad’s hankies, pillow cases, dish towel. Dish towels?
On a Quarterly basis:
1. Take the four white vinyl and chrome kitchen chairs down to the basement and scrub them with Comet (or when Mom is not looking, put them in the shower, get them wet and have done with it).
2. Give Muffie a bath (ditto on the shower routine)
Fortunately for us, there was only one annual household task bit it was a whopper: Tear the entire house apart and clean everything (even the walls – we were already attacking the mopboards with some regularity).
As you can imagine, this was quite a lot of work for a kid and I haven’t even listed the yard work DAD had us doing so, being an inventive child, I came up with my own coping strategies and I call these:
HINTS FOR VARIOUS TASKS AND GENERAL HOUSEHOLD ORDER
1. While scrubbing the floor (on your hands and knees, of course), pretending you are Cinderella, that is to say, a REAL princess, can help you get through the task. DO NOT DEIGN to speak when spoken to while performing this job, an action that will lead your mother to utter the constant lament, “talking to you is like talking to a brick wall.” (No, mother dear, it is like talking to a princess.)
2. While putting away the folded laundry, fool your baby sister into helping you by pretending your house is a hotel and she must accept delivery of the clean laundry at every room door and put it away. WORKED EVERY TIME.
3. Be constantly prepared to act cool, calm and collected when discovering changes in the organization of household items, such a dishes. When in the process of washing, drying and putting away plates, bowls and glassware, DO NOT exclaim: “Jeez! You changed everything around again!” to which your mother will reply: “the dishes have been in the same place for years now.” UNTRUE.
All kidding aside, I must confess it was WONDERFUL to grow up in such a clean and well ordered house. Here then is the list of things, I actually DID learn from my mother:
1. Homework before TV.
2. Going outside “blows the stink” off of me.
3. Yes, I have eaten this before and I loved it so much, I asked for seconds.
4. If you see a mess, clean it up. Don’t wait for someone else to do it.
5. Household budgets are helpful and necessary tools and yes, we are having chipped beef on toast for dinner tonight because tomorrow is grocery day (read: payday).
6. It is a good idea not to get pregnant whiles still a teen-ager because it costs lots of money to have a baby.
7. Skin cancer is a myth. Sunbathing using baby oil and iodine is actually good for your skin.
8. Bed slats will fall out with a loud crashing noise when too much vigorous activity occurs on the bed.
9. It is very important to be there for your children.
10. In order to save time and energy, refer to your children in the plural – the girls!
11. No dancing on the living room carpet.
12. No sitting on the “nice furniture” if you are wearing jeans.
13. Curlers in your hair and fuzzy bathrobes are REQUIRED attire for Christmas morning pictures.
14. No wearing jeans to school.
15. Attendance at church and Sunday school is required every week.
16. No switching coats with your best friend on the playground at recess.
17. Clean your plate – there are starving children in China and India.
18. No lounging around in your bedroom – that’s what the basement is for.
19. The church family with the most kids will bring the smallest contribution to the potluck.
20. Get up, get it done, and quit complaining about it.
The reason humans repeat the same old cliques is because within each lies great truths so I am going to use one now: I did not truly appreciate my mother until I had children of my own.
Without a great many words, my mother taught me hard work, patience, discipline, and order out of chaos. She showed me that having a successful marriage and raising children, while running a home, all at the same time, took management and organizational skills a Fortune 500 CEO would admire.
You know, when you are a kid, things happen in your life over which you have no control. As you all know, Marian Louise Taylor Long did not give birth to me and my sister Bev. We were part and parcel of a marriage deal she signed on for with the man she met and fell in love with in the late 1950’s. As my dad was fond of saying, it was, “love me, love my dog,” or pups in this case. And Dad, I take some exception to the dog reference but we will save that for YOUR 80th birthday party.
So here is Marian, 26 years young, married and an instant mother of two. I can only imagine the huge breath she took before beginning that first day of married life after the honeymoon trip was over, face with the task of raising two daughters, loving a man who had been very hurt in the past, and creating a home.
I imagine she put us right to work… cleaning.
But seriously, I credit my mother with bringing order into what must have been a potentially disordered family, giving us routine and stability, the core values of church attendance, good grades and cleanliness, GREAT basketball skills (the woman can whoop your ass at HORSE), and quiet courage and determination. She and my father also gave me the best (and blondest) baby sister a girl could ever ask for, although we were understandably jealous and yes, we did try to kill her once or twice, but I will save those stories for Denise’s 80th birthday dinner.
My mother. I suspect she is a Republican but I can forgive her for that. I suspect she knows I love her. I don’t think she knows how much. This I absolutely know is true: I am a good mother because she was a good mother. Mom, as I watch my daughter Jamie raising my grandson, Wyatt, I acknowledge that Jamie is a good mother because of you being my mother. And my daughter Becky is a great teacher to 10 year olds for the same reason.
I am all grown up now. There are still things in my world that I cannot control but I can control this. I can tell you, Mom, how much I appreciate you coming into my life at a very young age (both of us), making the disorderly orderly, creating a home that was a safe (and clean!) haven to grow up in, loving me even though I wasn’t your own, making me your own.
Helping to make me the person I am today, a Democrat!
So, on behalf of my entire side of the “famn damily:” Jamie, Jeff and Wyatt in California, Becky and Todd in Texas, all who wish they could have been here tonight, and my husband George and I, please join me in raising a glass to my mother:
Happy 80th birthday, Mom, with love and appreciation for all you have done to make us strong and productive, out there making a positive impact on the world.
You kept us busy, you taught us well, but I guarantee, none of us are keeping our houses as clean as you do!
Well, it was a pell mell, hellbound for leather rush to the finish but Rock Star Monkey is done!
In October, my sisters and I decided that Mom Long's 80th birthday was a cause for celebration so a party was planned for November 10th. A trip to Chicago was then planned and as I love to give my quilt gifts in person, it was imperative that I have this quilt done by the 10th. The center was done by the end of October and as I put the monkey cross stitch borders on, I realized the top and bottom borders were two monkeys short - one on each end. So I shipped the quilt top back to Becky in Plano with an urgent request for monkey stitching. Her husband, Todd had just returned from a year's deployment to Africa so she, who once had had plenty of alone time to cross stitch, now had a spouse at home again. She did stitch them for me quite speedily and by November 1st, I had the top back in my hot little hands.
George was at a conference by this time for a few days and I was heavily involved in the re-election campaign of President Obama (God be praised!) as I had been all spring and summer so time was NOT in abundance. I pinned the quilt on November 1st (the back was all ready to go), pulling a late night to get it done. On Friday and Saturday nights, November 2 and 3, I quilted late into the night (til 4 AM on Sunday, November 4th). It was finished and bound by Sunday and I started stitching on the photographs on the back on Monday. We re-elected the President on Tuesday - no sewing that day as I worked at Obama HQ til midnight. We rested on Wednesday (that means you still go to work and you sew till 2 AM)and then on Thursday, we left for Chicago. I stitched the handquilting on the cross stitch borders in the car as we drove west and put on the buttons Saturday morning of the party.
Whew! made it!
Here are some pictures of the details.
The birthday party for my mom was lovely. Denise and I each made toasts. We waited til after the birthday part was over to give the quilt. Here are some family pictures of that!
Two firsts occurred with this quilt: I put the location of the quilt's creation on the back for the first time (Greensburg, PA and Plano, TX) and the very young recipient clearly indicated his feelings about the gift - Dean clapped!
The back of the quilt reads: "This quilt was made for Robert Dean Mitchum III, born December 10, 2011 who is definitely not a monkey but might possibly be a Rock Star by his Great Aunt Ginnie and his Second Cousin Becky who, when they are not quilting and cross stitching are often spotted eating ice cream!"
More pictures of details:
Happy Thanksgiving Morning!
It is a beautiful sunshiny day and I am still in my PJ's at 10:00 AM with my bare toes tucked under the toasty warm heat register. I am appreciating my embarrassment of riches this Thanksgiving morning!
Thanksgiving week started with a visit from my favorite youngest daughter, Becky and her husband Todd who drove in from Plano Texas for a few days. We were the first stop on their Thanksgiving Week Midwestern Tour. The days were filled with good food, a day trip to the 9/11 Flight 93 Memorial, a couple trips to Jo-Ann Fabrics and lots of sewing. We made these two great items pictured above - a purse and a book bag. Becky found the pattern and directions on Pinterest. Beck and I always plan to sew when we are together and I will go down to Plano this summer for another sewing marathon. I gave her a Jo-Ann gift card for her birthday today (my turkey baby) and told her she was the child of my heart who loved to sew as her mother does! Becky and Todd left Tuesday for Columbus, Ohio where Todd's family is and are now at my sister, Denise's in Wheaton, Illinois for a Long (my birth family) family Thanksgiving.
George and I are headed to a small gathering (of 30) for the holiday meal today. I slept in til 9 and then came downstairs to the kitchen just in time to help George truss the bird. Love sewing on poultry! The house smells like the Thanksgivings of my childhood as I sit here and type this. George will also make a green bean dish (not the traditional green bean casserole, however, which, personally, I love!) and I have made my traditional pumpkin bread. Life is good.
As is also my tradition, here are the things I am very grateful for this Thanksgiving morning: I am thankful:
1) For waking up every morning next to my love, George, both of us relatively healthy and extremely happy.
2) For having a reason to get up everyday, to go work at a great place, The Westmoreland, and do work that is meaningful and adds positively to the world.
3) For two wonderful grown daughters, Jamie and Becky, who have meaningful lives of their own with spouses and families and friends far beyond the one they were born into and who are also doing good work with their lives.
4) For my terrific sons-in-law, Jeff and Todd who love my daughters so much and for my very special grandson, Wyatt.
5) For a re-elected President Barack Obama, may God hold him safe in the palm of his hand, to lead our country through difficult times,
5) To live in a time when the wheel is turning away from the few and the powerful to the many and the diverse.
6) For my parents who are still living and all my extended family: sisters, brothers, in-laws, nieces, nephews...
7) For friends and neighbors who listen to me and support me and give me the great privilege to listen to them and support them.
8) For all the many small things that give my life such joy and purpose and relative ease.
9) For the awareness that having been so blessed, I am now obligated to give back to those who have needs and
10) To be able to give back.
And I am very grateful for hot water piped right into my house and available to me with the turn of a dial - I'm off to the shower!
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Tons of ideas about quilts in my pointy little head and never enough time, I am married to my sweetheart, have two beautiful daughters, two fantastic son-in-laws, one precious grandson, two crazy, lazy cats AND a full time job. When, you ask, does she find time to quilt? I sleep very little. Not by choice, mind you. Just the facts, ma'am.