Next topic...Where did your father go to work every day and what did he do? How did your mother spend her day? Did she have a job or do volunteer, etc. work outside the home?
Although my father was in the Air Force for my first 18 years of life, I cannot honestly say I knew exactly what he did on a daily basis. I know he worked as an administrator, teacher, and inspector and at one time, he even worked somewhere in a building that had no windows at all. I know he escorted some military prisoners a couple of times. I remember Mom just commented alot on how handsome he looked when he was in his uniform. :-) Mom was a real stay-at-home Mom for as long as I can remember. She would always fix us some sort of hot cereal for breakfast and make sure we eached kissed her as we left her every morning. ( I still do that... Go to school and still kiss my Mom when I am leaving her! ) I remember every Thursday for several years we helped her go through her Tupperware orders and bag them. She was a super Tupperware dealer and loved doing it. One of her "at-home" jobs that has had a lasting impression on me is her catering business. I can't count the nunber of times I have earned money personally by catering and using her super recipes. Thank goodness Mom taught us all to cook because "someday we might need to know how."
Sunday, December 28, 2008
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It is fun to think back on those catering days when I see a recipe written in Mom's handwriting. When Dad first moved to the compund we threatened to put a sign around his neck that said " This man does these things because he wants to" We didn't want people driving by to think the old man hammering away was being taken advantage of in some way.
Oh my gosh, I still remember the day when I came home to visit while living in Jacksonville. Mom had made this extraordinary wedding cake and it was sitting on the buffet. I decided to center it more on the buffet so I could take a picture of it. Unbeknown to me was the fact that the weight of the cake and because it had sat there for awhile, it was stuck and couldn't be slide over. Consequently, the top of the cake came tumbling down hitting every layer as it fell. I caught the top and remember Mom coming in about that time. I must have screamed for her to come running that quickly. I begged her to beat me to death. It would have been the honorable thing to do I felt. But, she said that wouldn't help the situation and very calmly got to work repairing my damage. I NEVER touched another one of her cakes!
my mom always worked outside the home, i am sure it was not by choice, my father passed away at a very young age (42) and being left with 4 school aged children really left her no choice. She was still one of the best moms ever, l learned my work ethics from her and not to toot my own horn(too much) they are pretty strong. she also was a great cook and has passed that down to most of her kids and i in turn have passed it down to mine and am working on the grandkids, i am thinking between nance and i we should have them cooking in no time !
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