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Columnist, Sheila Moss, is humor writer from  Tennessee. She writes  a weekly human interest column about daily life and the funny things that happen to everyone.

   She has written for  the Daily News of Kingsport,   Griffin Journal, Oakridge Now, Atlanta Woman Magazine, Aberdeen Examiner, Angleton Advocate,  and Smyrna AM, a supplement of the Murfreesboro Daily News Journal. She has been published by Voyageur Press, McGraw Hill, and the good folks at Guidepost Books.  Her articles have appeared in numerous anthologies and other publications, both in print and online.

    She is a former board member and past  Editor of  the Columnists.com, website of  the National Society of Newspaper Columnists, the oldest and largest professional organization for columnists. She is the Web Editor of Southern
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Remembering Mother....
 


Remembering Mother


Mother grew up on a tobacco farm in Tennessee in a family of 13 children. They grew food, made lye soap in a wash pot, and had feather beds and homemade quilts. My sister and I loved her tales about her childhood and always asked her to tell us about the "olden days." She was quite a storyteller. When she became older, she wrote a memoir of her stories. It was accepted for permanent retention by the Tennessee State Archives and is also published in a blog on the Internet. (Growing Up on PZ Ridge)

Mother met daddy while he was visiting Tennessee. They fell in love and eloped to North Carolina and married. There she found work in a cotton mill where she was a spinner and picker. Some other women thought her job of picking was easier than spinning. She had a bit of temper and took leave for a month. She told the boss to let every single woman have a turn doing her job while she was gone. He did, and when she came back to work, no one complained any more.

Church was the religious and social center of the community where she grew up and also about all there was to do. As an adult, she went to church twice on Sunday and prayer meeting on Wednesday night. She taught Sunday school, studied the Bible, and loved to discuss her interpretation of the scriptures. Her point-of-view sometimes conflicted with that of others, but she was certain her way was right and could never understand why everyone did not agree with her.

Mom once took on the Teamsters Union. Daddy was a member of the union, but they failed to give Dad a pension when he retired. She went to see the head guy of the union who, of course, would not see her. So, she staged a one-woman protest and sat in the waiting room of his office every day for over a week until he finally saw her and gave her what she wanted. Not many people take on the Teamsters and win.

Like most mothers, she also had a softer side and many homemaking abilities. She loved cooking southern-style and making pies. Mom didn't like to make cakes, so if we wanted a cake we had to make it ourselves. She knew how to crochet and made afghans by the dozen, which she gave away to family and friends. She always had flowers planted around the house and a row of zinnias in the vegetable garden. She liked knick-knacks and kept every single thing anyone ever gave her on display in her house. I don't know how she kept all that stuff dusted.

Mom was always a worry-wart. When she heard a siren, she would turn on the police scanner to see if anyone she knew had been in a wreck. She also was scared to death of thunderstorms and thought the house would be struck by lightning, a tree limb would fall on it, or a tornado would blow it away. If she was alone, she would go to a neighbor's house until the storm was over.

Mom and Dad loved to travel and they took many automobile tours to the western United States always taking, kids, grandkids or some of mom's sisters along. I'm not sure how many times they went in all. They didn't make pictures, instead daddy bought postcards. So, we have no pictures of them at the Grand Canyon, Mt. Rushmore, or Old Faithful only boxes of postcards.

Mom never did learn to drive in spite of our many attempts to encourage her. But she was very good a manipulating people and getting them to take her places grocery store, hair dresser, or doctor appointments. She said she didn't need to drive as she could always "get a way."

Mother lived to 94. We miss her a lot, but have a lifetime of memories for comfort.


Copyright 2014 Sheila Moss
 
 



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