Hootin' Anni's Day Trippin' : Mom

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§ My Mother and Me...

This year, Mother's Day also happens to be Bud's and My 46th wedding anniversary. I won't be online, but I still wanted to dedicate today to Bud...AND my mom!!! Happy Anniversary Bud. And....

Mom and Hootin' Anni c. 1949
a cellphone photo from original

Dear Mom:
Tho you have been gone for over 20 years, you remain in my heart and soul and mind...daily!
Mom, you were my nurse, my confidant, my friend, my mentor.
You continue to be with me...
Since you've left us all behind, a lot has happened.
Your favorite granddaughter, Irene, will soon have a Master's Degree...
...she has become the manager of a safe house where she and the boys reside.
Never a dull moment, and keeping herself busy, unselfishly helping others!
Irene has two grown sons. You met Clint, but not Dillon.
Irene named Dillon after Dad...Dillon has the same middle name as Dad.
You'd be so proud!! He graduates with honors next week! And has been accepted to a Christian College.
Bud and I are in Texas now...you'd love the ocean, I know you would.
Erik has a sweetheart, Olga.
She is a bundle of energy that keeps Erik happy, going strong, and busy.
Erik left the Marine Corps when Dad passed away just 4 years after you...
He graduated from St. Thomas University in Houston with his Bachelor's Degree AND a Master's Degree.
Now working on his Doctorate [PhD] in Political Science, he plans to travel, write, and continue teaching at a local college as a professor.

I miss you. But, I think you know that. I feel your presence and know you're still looking after me and my family as you always did. I miss your smile, your humor, you fun-loving ways!
'til we meet again someday...

With all my love,
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY
your ever-lovin' daughter
Anni

Edith Irene
died August, 1990
...forever my mom

Here is a poem I wrote many years ago about mom and dad. Love Beckons True

LOVE BECKONS TRUE©

More than half a century their love was.

At a baseball game they met.

Schoolmate and brother ushered acquaintance.

Mother....

Flaxen hair she had.

Blue eyes, glittering in the sun.

Father asked his friend....

Do you know her?

Sure! She's my sister, Mother's brother replied.

I'll introduce her. But, wait.

Wait 'til the end of inning one.

Mother...

Flirtatious? Yes, indeed.....and, why not?

Hmmmmm she thought. This guy,

a man of such competence, he's gotta be fun!

He was a find, what we can call hot!

Father....

Dark hair parted in the middle. Dapper,

dressed to the nines.

Father & Mother....

Wow! This one, yes this one...

He/She just hasta be mine.

Love grew.

Sacred vows were declared.

Still.....

Life together was not always a ball game.

Work mixed with laughter.

Hardships, good times, days mixed with tears.

The harder they worked, the more they laughed.

And stronger their bond became.

Years passed....

I grew to adulthood.

Didn't acknowledge the affection they shared.

Too busy all wrapped up in myself.

No, I didn't bother. Never cared.

As age turned into decades.

I realized something dear.

Their life was spiritual, so vibrant.

So true to each other.

A union was pledged, unbroken.

All too soon....

The dark hair parted in the middle

and flaxen braids disappeared.

Even a paunch for a belly was seen.

Golden curls were replaced with silver strands.

Years passed, but their love remained keen.

A third generation was created.

Great grandchildren to indulge.

Warm hearts with open arms & devotion combine.

A house full of happiness, a room full

of love. And...

Most of all, these parents are mine!

Mother left.

Father stayed a while longer.

His lonely heart couldn't handle the loss.

Or maybe in his mind what he felt, was blame.

He left us shortly thereafter.

No more sorrow he was in.

They're again eternally together.

Now watching us below, at our own "ball" game.

And their daughter....?

Gone are those days now.

I am told time heals all, tears shed in vain.

The loss will never leave me.

This sorrow will always remain.

But I now, the one with no care,

relive daily the memories galore.

Today, for me, their love was true.

With me, it will always be there.

With great admiration

and devotion....

Your daughter, Anni

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§ Dedication to mom....

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THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO MY MOTHER
...SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN 100 TODAY!!...
she passed away at 79.

Long ago, just after we relocated here in Texas from Arizona, I took a jaunt to one of the plant nurseries here in town. I was taken aback at all the 'cool' yard things they had besides just plants and flowers and trees. Yes, I tend to buy things not needed. I guess that's the American Way [insert wink here]. Well, around the yard fixtures area of the nursery, among the bird baths and yard statues...just above it all, they had wind chimes. There happened to be an air vent blowing at a good clip and the sounds reverberating was a little overwhelming. At first. Then, I spied this creature. Not only were the bamboo 'chimes' making a muted sound, but the bird was bobbing up and down and all around...twisting, turning, ---yep a bobble head heron. I said, "Why not? This'll make Bud shake his head in disbelief that I'd buy such a creature?" He of course thought it was a waste of money. Oh, I'm sure it is...but it's still fun to watch. It hangs from the ceiling right near the air vent. And the strings are long enough that the continual tinkle isn't annoying. But he'll dance for us. [I do apologize for the quality of the photos....from cellphone]

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WEEKEND FUNNIES

Speaking of shopping---

I wanted to buy a candle holder, but the store didn't have one. So, I bought a cake.

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I put a new pair of underwear on, I feel like a million bucks. I buy the Jockey ones because they're 100% cotton. You can breathe. You don't buy those Victoria's Secret things. Those things ought to come with a tube of Monistat™.

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They sell book lights now, a little spotlight you attach to your book. You know, I actually thought about buying one of these, and then Bud reminded me; I own a lamp.

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Then, think ---shopping can make one hungry:

"7 days without pizza makes one weak."

...and as you drive around the freeways from one shopping area to the next:

"Keep your eyes on the road and stop reading those billboard signs."

§ roses are red, my love....

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I have two Don Juan Climbing roses. One bush is being trained to twist and meander through the Texas Sage Bush along the back yard privacy fence. The other, is right outside our library. I get to see it in full bloom through the window as I sit and type on the desktop computer. The scent is indescribably wonderful. A luscious, spicy, rose-rich fragrance. And the buds are formed nearly hybrid shape instead of the old english kind of full blossoms. Blossoms are on single, long stemmed stems. The color is a deep velvety dark red. I think of my mom a lot when summertime comes around and these climbing roses bloom. Her favorite was Blaze. While she had plenty of them in our yard when I grew up, her climbing roses were planted long before this species of rose was introduced to the retailers in the late 1950s/early 60s...and I just KNOW this would be her favorite too, if she could see mine right now.

§ ...I know what happiness is!!

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...a meme where you match photos to song lyrics

Daylight

See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away

Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .

Midnight

Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I [she-my mom] was beautiful then

I remember the time I knew what happiness was

Let the memory live again
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Look
A new day has begun

FROM THE BROADWAY MUSICAL "CATS" Link to Memory [incredible artwork]

PHOTO CREDIT: Top to bottom: Sunrise over Newport Beach Access Road [sand dunes] - Patented "Tamora Rose" in our yard - Our city skyline at night - My mom in the late 30's - Me, in Hawai'i - "A new day has begun" over the Gulf of Mexico [Mustang Island]

PS....MOM, over at Madi and Mom's place is working her LAST day before calling it quits...permanently. Go over and wish her a happy retirement beginning April 1st. Well, actually her happy days begin this afternoon when she 'punches the clock' for the last time.

§ ...monkey see, monkey do!!

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Hobby Lobby, more so than Michael's, has been recently stocking Autumn and Halloween goodies for us crafters!! Where I went to buy more craft acrylics and some pumpkins and a floral pick. Yippee....Remember a few posts in the past, with a little 'teaser' about me being a copycat and a new Halloween project I had viewed from another blogger who likes the celebration as much as I do? Well, with two broken jigsaw blades, Bud started cutting it for me! Oh, the ruined saw blades, it's all my fault of course 'cause it was my idea - hehehehe I began by drawing the letters needed for the decoration, with plans in my mind how I'm going to paint them and give them the finishing touches; then Bud took over. Mine aren't the EXACT copy of hers at all...mine are painted differently!! It's just the 'idea' I 'imitated'. The wood I decided to draw the letters on was extremely hard wood!! Hence the broken saw blades that instigated a trip to Home Depot. But, it was a good rainy day project.

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So, the past few days, during the numerous tropical rains off and each day...I got to painting 'em. I completed them all. All 12 of the letters Bud cut out for me. They will eventually be placed on the fireplace mantel in just a little over 2 months. Golly, October is only a short 2 months away -give or take a week or two? Wow. Fun time of year for me...regarding Halloween that is. Here they are - not in order tho. Finished!! And ready. The letters, if you can't figure it out, will spell TRICK OR TREAT...

...and, if you can't decipher what they are, I have placed mouseover captions:

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Friday, July 30th, 2010

§ Favorites come and go...but this one remains---

Religion isn't something I feel comfortable sharing, with so many readers. I feel it's sincerely something that you either hold dear to your heart and soul, or you don't wish to discuss it at all...both reasons apply to me. I don't like being preached to by others who's beliefs and thoughts are not mine alone. But y'all know I love art. Since today is Sunday, the Sabbath to Christians, I thought I'd write a little bit of my favorite piece of artwork depicting the theme of religion. Ever since childhood, I remember a large painting of my mother's. She had it on the wall next to her bedside along with a table and her Bible. Today, I still have her very worn Bible, but I don't know what happened to the painting. It was a reproduction of course, of the famous work by Henrich Hofmann. A German painter who painted Christ at Gethsemane in the late 1800s. Tho I don't have one of the same, I must say it remains my favorite painting with the religious theme. Oftentimes I thought of painting one in an attempt to get one like mom's. I loved the muted colors with my mother's piece. Many times I've looked online to find one that is the same color tones. I've searched through artwork at antique stores, looking for something ever so similar to her's. Through the years, nothing has ever surfaced that is close. But, as I said above, it remains my favorite painting, and some day I may find one that is done in the muted tones like on the site about the artist....

Wikipedia

POSTED: Sunday, July 25th, 2010
7:00 A.M.

§ Dedication to my late mother....

PHOTO HUNT
Theme: Mother/Mom

Mothers and daughters
Were daughters and mothers
Not so long ago.
We give and take
And take and give
Along time's endless row.

Love is passed
And love received
To be passed on again:
A precious heirloom
Twice, twice blessed,
A spiritual cardigan.

I'll put it on
And treasure it,
The me I have received,
And when the roles
Reverse again,
I'll have what I most need.

So may our love
Go on and on,
A hundred thousand years;
Mothers and daughters,
Daughters and mothers,
Through joys and other tears.

MY MOTHER
ME
and
IRENE

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!

poem from searching 'free mother's day poems' found online

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Show n Tell today is a bit fairytale...
Among our hibiscus garden; partially hidden are
fairies of all kinds---

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Delicate like amethyst flowers dripping with dew
Strong as a ruby rose kissed in amber light.
Like iridescent opals; her hair danced while we strolled
together the emerald forests; from tree to tree.

Had she lived she'd be 98
I'm remembering her sapphire eyes;
they sparkled like diamonds
She was a gem, a jewel to me.

POSTED: July 31st, 2009
5:15 A.M.

Tho, the Flash 55 is NoT FiCtioN today...it's true, she was a GeM! My MoM!!! Her birthday was this past week, and I can't let the memory of her pass before the month is over, so today is the day.

Saturday, May 30th, 2009
12:10 A.M.

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BOOKS

So many times I hear this. Lately I've been reading in my comments that I 'favor' my mother's looks. I guess y'all are seeing the sidebar sepia photo I added a few months ago of my mom at the age of 18. Bud is constantly telling me that I too look like her...'a spittin' image'. [He and she had a great rapport] My dad told me many-a-times, as well as my sister.

Today, the subject is books. Since it's the time of year that many are graduating from high school, I thought I'd share a book of mine...my senior school yearbook. [42 years ago tomorrow I graduated from high school, May 31st, you do the math!]

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I then took my senior portrait [a different angled shot than the one I chose for the yearbook...my mom picked the one below for my Senior Picture for the house/frame] and added my mom's photo into it. I swear, when I look in the mirror and see the old lady's reflection, of me today, I do see my mom. Not that she was 'old'....well, years tend to change my perspective, y'know?

Sunday, May 10th, 2009
5:05 A.M.
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My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE .
"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."

My mother taught me RELIGION .
"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."

My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"

My mother taught me LOGIC .
"Because I said so, that's why."

My mother taught me MORE LOGIC .
"If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me.."

My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."

My mother taught me IRONY.
"Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."

My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS .
"Shut your mouth and eat your supper."

My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
"Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!"

My mother taught me about STAMINA.
"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."

My mother taught me about WEATHER.
"This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."

My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
"If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"

My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."

My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.
"Stop acting like your father!"

My mother taught me about ENVY.
"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."

My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.
"Just wait until we get home."

My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
"You are going to get it when you get home!"

My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way."

My mother taught me ESP.
"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"

My mother taught me HUMOR.
"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."

My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."

My mother taught me GENETICS.
"You're just like your father."

My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
"Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"

My mother taught me WISDOM.
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."

My mother taught me about JUSTICE
"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you."

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To this day, I miss having you with me at my side.
I remember all we shared. Secrets, girl talk, giggling at something only we two knew. I remember sharing fun times any time of day or night. We were always the best of friends. I don't ever remember a time I failed to be in awe of your stamina, your abundance of guidance for me on how to live a good life and love my betrothed, no matter what, your wealth of knowledge of what is good in the world.

Tho, now you're gone, you'll forever be...
You were my strength.
You were my peer.
You were my counselor.
You continually opened my heart...
with your golden, untarnished key!
You were my friend.
You were my mom....
I thank my lucky stars God picked you for me!!!!

~with love, Anni