Mom is fiercely independent and stubborn. I recall as a kid when Mom set her mind to something, no matter how daunting the task, she completed it.
I remember when she made three brides maid’s dresses with nothing more than an old manual Singer sewing machine. They were for my sister’s wedding. It was an incredible amount of work. I can still hear the sound of the bobbin thrusting up and down and see her working the foot peddle. Her attention to detail was remarkable.
Our family was poor, not third world poor, but none the less poor. Mom was determined not to appear poor. She was not poor in spirit. She poured her heart into those three dresses.
My generation and those after me don’t understand my Mom’s generation and it is likewise with her towards us. What they couldn’t afford to buy they made. Today what one can’t afford to buy is put on a credit card.
Not so long ago she was at my sister’s home. There was quite a bit of family there. Things were getting too noisy and confusing for her. She said she wanted someone to drive her home. Of course everybody was having a good time and no one wanted to miss it. Mom was told, “In a few minutes we’ll take you home.”
It infuriates Mom to be dependent on others. Mom slipped into another room and called a cab. The cab arrived, but sent away. Someone drove Mom home.
With those of Mom’s generation there was a can-do and don’t- try-to-stop-me attitude. It wasn’t that something couldn’t be done, it was I just ran out of time. The only time the word ‘impossible’ was used was, ‘It’s impossible to accomplish something without work.’
Mom was chastised by my sister for calling the cab and not being patient. She took it. Later she told me she was saying under her breath, “Go to hell.”