To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.
~William Henry Channing

Monday, March 31, 2008

Mothers and Daughters

I think the first one was about fifteen years ago. Billy Ray was at the top of the charts singing about his poor ol’ achy breaky heart and Whoopi was leaving her Vegas act behind for a nun’s habit. Toni Marie was home from Germany and we other three girls came in from our own corners of the world to launch what has become known as Sister’s Night Out…no husbands, no kids, and no curfews. We’ve managed to get together like this a few more times over the years…we watched the Titanic sink and once we even made special shirts to wear.
Last night was special though…it was the first time our Mother got to go with us. And of course the first thing we did was go visit her Mother. Two of our aunts were there and they commented on how loud we all are…just like when we were little kids… “Skeet and the girls are here!” (I assured them I had no idea what they were talking about because my five munchkins are quiet as little church mice and people hardly ever notice when we go anywhere.)
Before we headed to the beach we stopped and made clover necklaces…actually Lisa & Sherry made them for us all just like they did when we were little. We pondered how such an innocent past time for us draws blank stares from our own off spring. Despite a token protest even Mother wore one the rest of the night and Toni Marie kept hers on right up until the red whelps appeared on her neck…what a brave little trooper she is.
The beach was lovely and we went far enough down to not be bothered by all the spring breakers. Sherry of course had to show off that even at her age…(ha!)…she can still do a cartwheel so of course the rest of us felt challenged to show off our limber dexterity.

We had a really yummy dinner at Flounder’s…if you ever go you should try their seafood nachos…oh, so good!
We talked about stuff happening in our lives, special needs horses and mammograms. There were plenty of sentences that started with “Remember that time…”. Like the one when our Mother used Easy Off Oven cleaner instead of Easy On spray starch on all the curtains in Sherry’s house. Really. We reminisced and told stories we all know by heart but they’re the ones that bind us strong and sure to each other…threads of love that are woven through out our lives…common to us all but each a different color and texture shaped by personal perspective.
So last night we added a new thread…this one the color of laughter and the bond of mothers and daughters.


Anonymous said...

that was awesome! What great timing Marty. I needed to read about sisters and moms...Very cool. I chuckled about the easy off oven cleaner...REALLY??!!
Too funny. Thanks for a nice end to a hard day.
your friend.

Anonymous said...

I absolutely love getting together with my family. Especially my sisters. I also love to be around my dad and his brothers and sisters. Boy, the stories they can tell. My dad's mom wouldn't allow
the boys to go fishing on a Sunday.
If she knew they caught fish on a
Sunday, she wouldn't eat them and
they got in trouble. She said that
was the Lord's day. So they would
tell her they caught them on Saturday afternoon.
Anyway, family is wonderful and fun
and sisters is so much fun to reminisce with.
And the Easy Off thing was funny.
I could do that. :-/