Tipper and Chitter
In Appalachia Mother’s Day is bouquets of flowers for the kitchen table and hanging baskets and potted plants for the porch and yard. It’s mothers crying tender tears as they ponder on the love being showered on them by those they love most.
Mother’s Day in Appalachia is mothers offering to pitch in and help with the festivities while being shooed back to the couch or the porch to rest on their special day.
The day is full of remembering mothers who have gone on while holding on tightly to those who may soon take leave of this ole world. Mother’s Day in Appalachia is full of handmade cards and fistfuls of flowers from the yard gifted by the young who can’t fully understand what their mother will mean to their lives.
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Happy Mother’s Day to all the Mothers who read the Blind Pig and The Acorn-your families and the world are better off for having you.
Tipper
This is evening the day after wonderful Mother’s Day yesterday. I loved your picture and post about Mother’s Day in Appalachia. How many memories and pictures of past Mother’s days your essay provoked. My mother has been in heaven since I was a fourteen year old! How I needed her during the rest of my teenage years–and the rest of my life, in fact! But somehow I think I did have her by my side. When I had any problems concerning rearing my own children, it was as if my own dear Mom would say: “Try this!” Or “Don’t be so hard on them; they’re children yet; they will learn.”
And I knew she guided my spiritual life, for she was a strong Christian woman. I am grateful for the faith of my mother (and of my father). What a privilege to have such a loving mother for such a short period of my life. And later what a privilege for me to become a mother; a grandmother; a great grandmother. The joys go on and on!
What a beautiful photo! Happy Mother’s Day, Tipper!
Tipper,
How could I forget “Miss Cindy” the wonderful mother of Deer Hunter! A mother needs the most support she can muster when raising children especially twins….ooooh and girls at that…some of that caring support was ingrained in Deer Hunter, I am sure, by his wonderful Mom!
Thanks Tipper,
Happy Mother’s Day Tipper and to all of the BP moms out there!
It has taken me a long time to realize a simple truth. Mothers are always mothers. Their children never get too old for them to stop worrying whether they are eating right, wearing the right clothes for the weather or the occasion, have the right friends, are keeping the right priorities, are happy at their work, are not speeding, have enough money and hundreds of other things they can think of to worry about. And the only children who will ever really ‘get it’ will be the daughters sometime after they have children of their own. Us guys will never quite understand.
Happy Mother’s Day to you. Tipper, and Granny. Two wonderful people.
Happy Mother’s Day
Mom left us 7 years ago, she was 89; she was ‘Mom” for seventy years of my life, advising me when I could not find the answers to life’s problems to the very end. Being a Mom never stops, not even for death as her words still ring in my ears and in my heart.
Tipper,
“Happy Mother’s Day” to you, Granny and all the readers of your blog.
A special “Happy Mother’s Day” to those who willingly accept the role of the “Mother” in children’s lives. Those who know that a certain amount of mothering makes a difference in their lives for having done so. Caregivers, Aunts, Uncles, Father’s and older siblings…I thank you, for playing two roles in your life. A meaningful sacrifice that will be rewarded eventually, if not on earth in heaven!
Thanks Tipper,
Hope you have a wonderful day!
Lovely. Sounds like home in California too.
Tipper I have always thought you look so much like your Mom but in that picture of Granny holding the baby you I see Pap! Guess you are a perfect blend of their love. Have a wonderful Mother’s Day and wish Granny Happy Mother’s Day for me.
Thank you so much…and Happy Mother’s Day to you and Granny.
Tipper,
Your opening is so touching. I do hope Mother’s Day brings lots of smiles and warm memories to you and all the Moms out there. My momma has been gone since 1986, but to me, she was ” A Queen Without a Crown.” …Ken
Tippper–Happy Mother’s Day to you and thanks for your help in evoking warm memories of Mom. She always had words of praise for anything I did, even finding a way to suggest that I could sing one song, “This Old House,” better than my musically gifted sister. The truth was I sang like a bird–it just happened that bird was a crow.
She always had a smile and a laugh, fulfilled her role in chauffeuring a fishing-crazy son to nearby streams countless times, could cook in a fashion that still makes my salivary glands go into involuntary overdrive, took as much joy from the holidays (and especially Christmas) as any child, and somehow would scrape together two or three dollars, or once in a while a five-dollar bill, to send me when I was away at college. She epitomized love and even though she’s been gone almost two decades, there’s not a day that goes by I don’t think of her winsome ways with great longing.
Jim Casada
Happy Mother’s Day. May God bless your every need.
Diane in Texas
And Happy Mothers Day to you, Tipper. You are the very best mother I’ve ever known!