Thank you for your interest in the “adventures” of Mommy & Me. I call them adventures because there’s not a better name for what we’ve done in the last 36 years. My Mother was one of the most fascinating women that I’ve known. She became more and more fascinating the older she got. Therefore, I think that I’ll start with the more recent adventures.
Mommy married my other hero in 1942. Daddy died in 1972 at the age of 76. It was the start of a very special relationship with Mommy & Me. I felt a need to keep her happy and protect her. It always satisfied me to see and to know that Mommy was happy. Her laughter was the strongest indication that she was happy. But another was when she was “humming.” Mommy loved to hum as she cooked and stayed busy or just sitting around. Many times you could make out a certain Hymn that she sang in church days before.
She continued living in the family home in River Rouge until she married Mr. William McAlister (a great man) in 1985. “Daddy Mac” passed away in 1991. Mommy was alone again, residing in a suburb of Detroit, about 30 minutes from me. The four bedroom home, although in a very nice neighborhood, was just huge and it had a basement in which Mommy kept her onions. I didn’t like her to take that journey up or down the stairs just to get an onion. Every visit (sometimes as often as each day of the week), I’d routinely hit the basement and bring the onions back upstairs. Sometimes she’d thank me for looking out for her and other times she’d give me that Mommy look, like “don’t mess with me.” But each time, probably right after I leave, she takes those onions back downstairs. To this day, I don’t know why she wanted her onions in the basement.
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