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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Family
- Published: 08/30/2015
MEMORIES OF MOM
Born 1942, F, from Clearfield, utah, United StatesMy Memories of Mom
Rosaleen Jensen Lawrence
by Sherel
My memories of my sweet mother are kind and loving. To me, I was so lucky to have this great woman for my mother. She was filled with life, she enjoyed her family. I remember, no matter what I had to tell her, she instantly stopped what she was doing, and would say, “What is it my dear?” She always made time to listen to her children. Sometimes she would talk to Jack and Jr. into the wee hours of the morning, especially about the importance of an education. I also remember how the tears would stream down her face, while sitting at the big round dining room table, as she wrote letters to each of them, while they were away in the service. She worried deeply about their well being. Her sons achieved much, and she was very proud of each one.
She spared nothing when she spoke of her sons and their accomplishments. Her children came first! Her grandchildren Nancy and Linda at their birth’s, were her ultimate joy and happiness. The youngest Rita, was born after she passed away. She worshiped all her family.
She was filled with much wisdom. She was the second of twelve children, and traveled with my father and us to many places in these beautiful United States.
While on the train. She would take me to the ladies room on the train to comb my hair and clean up. While there, women would share their heartfelt stories with Mom. She was a good listener, with much compassion, and there was always the exchange of recipes. She loved to cook everything. She was also very classy in her dress. She could see a lady walking down the street, and could cut a pattern and sew the dress, which the lady wore. She knew good material just from the feel of it.
She could tickle the keys of a piano, and make them dance. She played by ear, she never had sheet music.
I remember living in West Oakland, amongst many different races of people. My mother was not prejudice; she always treated everyone equal. Her love of all little children was pure endearment.
When she was with her sisters they shared such a special bond, I have never seen anything like it.......the love, and fun, they all shared together, was magnificent. Especially at the Bamboo or Utah Noodle Parlor in Ogden, Utah. To sit amongst them and just listen was a pure treasure, as well as an education. I have never laughed so hard. Each was a comedian in their own way. My mother was filled with natural wit, and a wonderful sense of humor. When she laughed, she laughed from the depths of her soul and body. Everyone loved to be in my mother‘s company. She could imitate Eleanor Roosevelt to a T, and most all our neighbors, not in meanness, just in fun.
Her home was always clean, and the sheets on the line were white as snow. The smells in the kitchen were to die for, and there was always something good baking or cooking on the stove. No matter who was at the door, she was so happy to see each one, and most of the time she would say,”OH come in, I just pulled hot rolls from the oven, or you must taste this pie. “ To me, there will never be another one like her, although my dear Aunt Ethel made a pretty close second. She and my Aunt Mid, were always there to help me learn things, after Mom passed away. At 13 years old, I knew nothing about cooking, or managing housekeeping, or even the correct way to wash clothes. The cruel cold world was all around me, and it was terribly lonely with out my dear mother. My appreciation for a wonderful mother was soon learned, and I had been given the best.
MEMORIES OF MOM(sherel)
My Memories of Mom
Rosaleen Jensen Lawrence
by Sherel
My memories of my sweet mother are kind and loving. To me, I was so lucky to have this great woman for my mother. She was filled with life, she enjoyed her family. I remember, no matter what I had to tell her, she instantly stopped what she was doing, and would say, “What is it my dear?” She always made time to listen to her children. Sometimes she would talk to Jack and Jr. into the wee hours of the morning, especially about the importance of an education. I also remember how the tears would stream down her face, while sitting at the big round dining room table, as she wrote letters to each of them, while they were away in the service. She worried deeply about their well being. Her sons achieved much, and she was very proud of each one.
She spared nothing when she spoke of her sons and their accomplishments. Her children came first! Her grandchildren Nancy and Linda at their birth’s, were her ultimate joy and happiness. The youngest Rita, was born after she passed away. She worshiped all her family.
She was filled with much wisdom. She was the second of twelve children, and traveled with my father and us to many places in these beautiful United States.
While on the train. She would take me to the ladies room on the train to comb my hair and clean up. While there, women would share their heartfelt stories with Mom. She was a good listener, with much compassion, and there was always the exchange of recipes. She loved to cook everything. She was also very classy in her dress. She could see a lady walking down the street, and could cut a pattern and sew the dress, which the lady wore. She knew good material just from the feel of it.
She could tickle the keys of a piano, and make them dance. She played by ear, she never had sheet music.
I remember living in West Oakland, amongst many different races of people. My mother was not prejudice; she always treated everyone equal. Her love of all little children was pure endearment.
When she was with her sisters they shared such a special bond, I have never seen anything like it.......the love, and fun, they all shared together, was magnificent. Especially at the Bamboo or Utah Noodle Parlor in Ogden, Utah. To sit amongst them and just listen was a pure treasure, as well as an education. I have never laughed so hard. Each was a comedian in their own way. My mother was filled with natural wit, and a wonderful sense of humor. When she laughed, she laughed from the depths of her soul and body. Everyone loved to be in my mother‘s company. She could imitate Eleanor Roosevelt to a T, and most all our neighbors, not in meanness, just in fun.
Her home was always clean, and the sheets on the line were white as snow. The smells in the kitchen were to die for, and there was always something good baking or cooking on the stove. No matter who was at the door, she was so happy to see each one, and most of the time she would say,”OH come in, I just pulled hot rolls from the oven, or you must taste this pie. “ To me, there will never be another one like her, although my dear Aunt Ethel made a pretty close second. She and my Aunt Mid, were always there to help me learn things, after Mom passed away. At 13 years old, I knew nothing about cooking, or managing housekeeping, or even the correct way to wash clothes. The cruel cold world was all around me, and it was terribly lonely with out my dear mother. My appreciation for a wonderful mother was soon learned, and I had been given the best.
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