Martha Lives Here

Actually, she does...

Actually, she does…

Maeby (listening to Pandora): “Mama, what’s the name of this song?”
Kate: “You Can’t Always Get What You Want”
Maeby: “I know!!! But what’s the name of this song?”

by Maeby

by Maeby

My granddaughter, Maeby, is a riot. She says the funniest things without meaning to. I really need to start documenting them, and when I find the right illustrator who can capture her essence, I plan to put together a priceless collection that will entertain my descendants in years to come. In the meantime, let me tell you what happened yesterday.

Our extended family is quite small, and thus news spreads quickly. Besides those of us who were affected by the snow storm last weekend, there was the recent news that my nephew and his girlfriend were getting an apartment together.

Last night I got this text from my daughter: image

And, soon this: image

 

Of course, I just had to tell my sister-in-law (my nephew’s mother)… image
We chuckled at how this episode so easily reminded us of my deceased mother, Martha, Maeby’s great-grandmother, who had very certain opinions of how other people should live–and who was not afraid to voice them. Maeby’s that way, and because she is a pure and innocent seven-year-old little girl, it’s her Truth: marriage before cohabitation. I think her point of reference are her current favorite movies, “High School Musical” and “High School Musical 2,” and the characters Troy and Gabriella. There is a certain order to life. Martha was not at all diplomatic and Maeby is to-the-point–two peas in a pod, when you think about it.

In spite of my not-so-great relationship with my mother, I’m grateful that her name comes up in conversation from time to time. And if truth be known, I don’t think it’s so bad that her great-granddaughter takes after her a little bit. I tend to think that’s a form of eternal life: living on in the thoughts and minds of others. I hope to be so lucky.


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Martha Lives Here — 2 Comments

  1. Many times I think of your mom and think mine wasn’t all that different. True, I like you, was a daddys girl. Mom was the task master and dad was the fun one, What’s not to like? I wish those days were here again just so our kids could see what I was talking about. Martha lives on indeed. Not a bad thing. Keep the spirit alive, and thank you.

    • Thanks for reading my blog, Cuz! Some of my fondest memories were made when we all lived on Virginia. Remember when the sled ran over my brother’s mouth?! Having you guys just a couple doors away was the best! Yeah, our moms were sometimes hard asses, but somebody had to be! John and Don were just a couple of softies❤️ Love you always!

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