During the Thaw – Christmas ’81 – ’82

Happy Mothers Day, all you mothers out there!

My mother, never a follower, certainly not of anything smacking of commercialism, wasn’t a fan of Mothers Day, but now she lives only  in my memory, it’s grand to have a designated day when I’m encouraged in my reminiscences of her, and my gratitude to have been her daughter.

During the thaw, Christmas 1981-82. I love this old print of us, out on a walk on what turned out to be one of the only relatively mild days during Ma’s visit. I’d been missing her, so she booked a ticket, borrowed some cold-weather gear and came, leaving poor Papa alone, at Christmas, never imagining – or giving thought to the possibility – that it would be one of those winters: blizzards, snow, ice storms, electricity cuts … I laugh at her, rugged up like the Michelin Man in her borrowed finery, me revelling in the freedom of wearing only a cardi – until I sat in that bed of snow. And the statue’s profile, which could have been Ma’s, in her glory days. How beautiful she was.

 

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14 thoughts on “During the Thaw – Christmas ’81 – ’82

    • It’s probably impossible for a child not to see its mother as beautiful, extraordinary. Look at you now, Angeline – grown up daughter beset by a calamity, and yet she’s enveloped – comforted and protected – by your love. Can you catch my positive vibes? Please add them to your store … 🙂

  1. I think the most charming and delightful aspect of my blogging friends’ memories of their mothers is that you all remember their beauty, and revel in it. And to be truthful, even mine was beautiful; she just wasn’t frightfully mother-like …

    • You mean she wasn’t loving, and cuddly, and deft in the kitchen ……. ???? Nor was mine. Far from it! I never got any of that, right up till the day she died, but I never doubted she loved me and would do anything to ensure my wellbeing after she was no longer around to fend for me. As to her beauty, she was considered the ugly duckling, when set beside her sister, who was endowed with great charm and appeal, but when I look at ancient Greek statues and Renaissance paintings, my mother had it all!

    • You know, we were generations apart, Christine – she an Edwadian by upbringing, me a wild child of the 60s. When I ‘left home’ to begin my life she surprised me for the first time, giving me a cheque, saying she’d saved this from the ‘rent’ I’d given her so I could begin my wonderful life. A sweetie? Ooooo, she’d have quailed at the notion, but it was the way she showed her unvoiced love. How could I not hear?

  2. Brrr. All that snow just sends chills to my Florida bones. How wonderful she could visit for Christmas and that you could enjoy that special time together. Where were you living at the time?

    • I was in Toronto, Lynne – not one of the snowiest cities in Canada, but that year was especially beautiful! As it turned out, it was our last winter there as we subsequently made the decision to relocate to Australia – a big jump for R who’d never even visited and knew only one Australian – me! Turns out he loved it and has become an Australian, much to his poor mother’s dismay.

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