Brother’s Memories of Mom

In continuing the sharing of the memories of my mother, who at this writing is still with us (no need to wait for someone to pass before saying nice things about them), here is what my brother wrote four years ago.


Of course I have lots of memories of stories of you, and it seems foolhardy to try and just pick out a few because I am sure that I will leave out some important ones.

While I don’t really remember you coming to school dressed as a bunny, I do remember that it seemed like you were always the room mother and we always had good parties.  I seem to remember one time – I don’t remember if it was a holiday party or just for my birthday – that you had a big box of note pads (with birds on them) and magic erase boards that you got at Alco on clearance or at the sidewalk sale.  You handed those out and everyone thought it was the greatest.  (Seems like we had a box of those bird note pads for years.)  It was fun to have a mom that everyone thought was cool.

Of course I remember all the support and attendance at the basketball games and cross country and track meets.  The whole team could count on you being there, being loud, being opinionated (the officials at Sacred Heart “SHOULD BE ASHAMED” of themselves), and being supportive.  Everyone on the team thought it was great and really appreciated it – me especially.

It was nice to live at the place where kids wanted to go.  I remember jamming the basement full of kids on a snow day to watch movies, you teaching us how to “cruise Buckeye”, having guys over to play grey wolf and kick the can, and having sleepovers to celebrate the Jerry Lewis Labor Day telethon.  You were always friendly and welcoming and looking back on that I can only hope that I am as loving to my kids’ friends as you were (and still are) to mine.

Even things that I didn’t think were so great at the time are good memories now.  I specifically remember the tone in your voice when you called down the basement to me after you had discovered that I had received an F for nine weeks of accounting.  I was just ready to start watching a movie, and you yelled down the basement for me to come up.  I didn’t know at that moment what I had done, but I knew that I was in trouble, and that I could forget watching the movie!  I also remember when you and dad came to Kansas City to visit and I rear ended someone on Metcalf – you guys left your car while mine was in the shop and took the bus home.  Not the most fun, but something I hope I remember when my kids need help that will be a hassle to me.

As I grew the stories did not stop.  I remember the first time you and dad met Liz – when you had brought up the buffet and we were drilling holes in it (while you drank beer and watched) to provide ventilation for my stereo.  I also remember the introduction of Liz to the Slocombe side of the family – complete with a Grandma giveaway of a handful of spoons.  I appreciate the way you have treated my wife.  Of course as the grand kids arrived new stories were created – including the report that Grandma served M&Ms for breakfast and “liked being naked.” (I think that is the phrase that was used.)

I think I will end now because I am trying to keep this to one page.  Certainly there are many more stories to tell, and I could go on for pages.  Thank you for being a wonder mother in so many ways – by loving me, by showing a good example of how to love others, by teaching me how to work hard and play hard, by teaching me to not take things too seriously and to laugh, by disciplining me, and by always being there for me whether it was attending a game or mowing my yards while I was at basketball camp.  You are awesome and I love you.


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