Mothers Day!

Today we honor our Mothers. Thought I would share a favorite most excellent poem by Julien Puzey and just the best photo of my own dear Mother, who was a strong, resilient woman who taught me so much about family, and the power of narrative.

Grandmothers

She had Grandmothers who tried to forget.
She had grandmothers who longed to remember.
She had Grandmothers who shipped their infant in a shoe-box to a childless sister in Sanpete County with a note: “Sorry to trouble you, but he don’t want kids right now.”
She had Grandmothers who were desperate from betrayal and killed themselves by diving
head-first into a rain barrel after carefully placing their glasses on a clean hankie.
She had Grandmothers who left the pots and pans to ‘soak’ under the lilac bush.
She had Grandmothers who took early retirement, who chose passion over security, to make time for an affair with a childhood sweetheart.
She had Grandmothers who joyfully greeted the dawn.
She had Grandmothers who braced themselves for the day with valium, coffee and TV news.
She had Grandmothers who were uprooted by their grown children and moved to an old
barrack on the edge of a windswept nowhere where she spent twenty years sipping Black Jack Daniels and reading condensed editions of books.
She had Grandmothers who loved other women openly and with devotion and she had
Grandmothers who did not speak, even to their daughters, of their love of women.
She had Grandmothers with ample pensions who moved to a retirement village where a dark haired young woman reminded her to take her pills and where someone came twice a month to clean the wall of mirrors that made her room look bigger.
She had Grandmothers who loved the smell of babies and bacon, and of coffee, oranges at Christmas, wet horses in the rain, and men.
She had Grandmothers who trailed the scent of rosewater, whiskey, and coal oil.
She had Grandmothers who reeked of smoke and patchouli.
She had Grandmothers who were beaten, berated, and betrayed by their daughters.
She had Grandmothers who were raped by their sons-in-law.
She had Grandmothers who seduced their sons and their nephews.
She had Grandmothers who read out loud and who sat on the stoop and taught the children, even the boys, how to thread strings of lilac.
She had Grandmothers whose grief and pain was bottomless.
She had Grandmothers whose laugh was contagious.
She had Grandmothers who left Sweden, who left Scotland, who left Wales.
She had Grandmothers who were born, lived, and died in one time zone.
She had Grandmothers whose brains and blood were splattered in the snow and on car windshields in the supermarket parking lot on the day her husband was served the restraining order and came and shot her in the head.
She had Grandmothers who packed imaginary bags to take imaginary trips to visit people who had died 40 years ago.
She had Grandmothers who were vegetarian.
She had Grandmothers who were Unitarian.
She had Grandmothers who slowly drank warm water for their constitution and she had Grandmothers who snorted cocaine.
She had Grandmothers who played cards with the same group of women once a month for thirty years who called themselves the “humbugs” who didn’t know that they were a “moon lodge” and never once called into the four directions.
She had Grandmothers who tried to forget.
She had Grandmothers who tried to remember.
She had Grandmothers who said we would be better off not knowing.
She had Grandmothers who whispered lies.

Julien Puzey Salt Lake City USA
Crone Chornicles Spring Eqinox 1998

Today’s Music is for all to enjoy BUT especially to my Daughter Jericho and the Grandkids,  for making this the best Mothers Day Weekend ever.

Lee Ann Womack – I Hope You Dance

44 thoughts on “Mothers Day!

  1. Happy belated Mothers Day, JoHanna! This is a really wonderful way to pay homage to all the mothers, including those who became grandmothers. I find it’s important to look at all the ways lives were and are lived.
    I am reminded of a group of which I’m a part, that has a gathering of The Grandmothers.

    I’m glad you had a wonderful day! And the music was most excellent!

    Love and Blessings,

    Fim

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  2. I am so glad that so many people had a wonderful mother, I really am. Alas for all to many, today is another reminder of what you didn’t have.

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        1. Oh I can only imagine some of the scenes you have witnessed, and children in the midst of familial chaos no matter what ‘holiday’ the larger world is celebrating. You have made an excellent point, Lea’. Thank you for your contribution to the discussion.

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          1. JoHanna, I don’t seek to ruin the ‘party’ for other, but some awareness and realisation that not everybody has… Thank you.

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    1. Pleasure all mine. My Mom was a very big personality in our family, and her influence will carry forward for generations I am sure. Thank you for your kind words.

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    1. These are lovely photos, and I am so grateful to have them. I envision my Father with his box camera looking through the lens to his pretty wife perched on his shiny car and consider how he must have considered himself one very lucky young man.

      It is a very powerful poem. 📮

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  3. Beautiful, J! I admire the way Mother’s get their job done across the world. It certainly isn’t easy! Thank you for sharing the Mary Oliver poem, the beautiful Lee Ann Womack’s Dance and always feel you should choose happiness! I am not sure why but did not see your Mother’s picture. Will come back to check. . . I am glad you had a wonderful mother. Happy Mother’s Day to you! 🙂

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    1. Oh, I do owe you an apology. But I thank you, because when I read your comment I realized I had made a big mistake. The poem is by Julien Puzey, not Mary Oliver…and it is corrected now. I do not have an answer for the lack of photos. They have shown up for others as they have been commented on. ….Thank you for you visit. All my very best to you. 📮

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      1. I stopped by the library and saw the photos on the cars and thought, Wow! Your mother looks beautiful and carefree in the pictures. I also liked the way you accepted my saying the author and didn’t mean to correct. I honestly like Mary Oliver and now, I also like Julien Puzey! Smiles and hugs!

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