Are you like me and miss your mother dreadfully and would give anything to see her again?
Did your mother work hard for a living, or did she have a cushy life?
Did she laugh a lot, or cry more than laugh?
What was her occupation, or was she a stay at home mother?
Was she strict or spoiled you a bit and let you get away with things?
Did she have a happy marriage, or were there always arguments between your parents? Did your parents divorce, or lived happily ever after?
My mum is still alive Art. She is very sociable and the house was always full of people being fed. But getting old is no fun when you outlive all your friends.
I did not have a mum, but a birth mother. She was blitz damaged and with it lost all of her maternal instincts. When my father finally returned from Palestine following WWII, he was a stabilising influence for the little time he had left and then I was at mother’s mercy until I was 5 when my paternal grandparents took me in and raised me; so my Mum was my Nan and IMO she made a very good job of me
Annie, l am sorry your mum misses her friends but you are so lucky to still have her.
Savour every minute of the time you have with your mum. I do envy you…so much.
LD, That was so sad but l am pleased things worked out for you. Maybe, your experience has made you the man you are today… a man that is mentally strong and knows his own mind.
Yes surprisingly enough I too had a mum and a dad, how about that ? When I asked my dad what he did during the war he said “my mum” and so my sister and I were born.
My grandparents certainly knew their own minds. During and after WWII they ran two London pubs as tenants; one directly between them and the other via a manager. The one that they ran personally was next to a pawnbrokers they jointly owned with Jack’s brothers and sister. They sure knew what was what and how to survive as lapsed Jews.
One pub still stands today, but the other was compulsorily purchased to make way for the elevated section of The Westway (A40).
My lovely mum had 7 kids and her life was tough . Dad was a hard task master to us all and harsh with mum . Mum was a beauty when young . Sadly mum was rarely in my life as i lived hundreds of miles from her and she never came to visit . I missed her all my life and often think of the “if only” . Mum was an amazing cook and a feeder , her sense of humour which she passed onto me got her through her tough life . I wish i had known her more and its only as an older woman now i can see more clearly and have understanding about the things that i didnt realise when young. Mum died when i was 47 she had cancer . She told me while she was ill that she felt her life had been a dream .
I can’t say anything nice about either of my parents I’m afraid. My mother was/is a nasty piece of work and I have had no contact with her for most of my life - I don’t even know where she is, or if she is still alive. I missed having one, sometimes.
Mum brought up 8 of us, we never had much but what we did have was her love, sadly she died aged just 54 back in 1977, I wish only that she could see my two daughters.
Farmer’s wife, not very good on the farm but good at running the home, making butter, cheese, brawn, fudge, ginger beer, all sorts. She loved classical music and trained as an opera singer. She died in her 40s when I was 14, I so wish I had a chance to get to know her.
Mum was very creative, a brilliant housekeeper, our home was always clean and immaculate, Pauline would have liked her
She was good fun, but like a child in some ways. She didn’t “do” money, banking, bills, card driving etc. she did work for a while as a teaching assistant running the after school club but really she was content to be a brilliant housewife
She was capricious like a child too, and not always very kind. I loved her dearly but we were chalk and cheese and didn’t always get on. She much preferred my brother and once told me she wished she’d had two boys
A very troubled lady mentally caused by childhood abuse but the most loving, caring woman I have ever known and will ever know. She was an angel on earth and now she’s an angel in Heaven. Everyone whoever met my Mother loved her.
My Mother favoured my brother who was 8 years younger than me. I was a Daddy’s girl, could ask him anything & he’d answer honestly, we’d often had conversations Mum didn’t want to know about. She would leave the room.
She was very social & had friends, (not in a sexual way), mostly men, who I called uncle even though they weren’t. She was always fashionable & always made up, in fact the only time I ever saw her without make up was when she was ill.
Did I love her, of course I did, didn’t always like her though, she was a bit of a snob & always trying to keep up with the Jones, as the saying goes. She was married to my Dad for over 50 years, so they must have loved one another but I never saw them being affectionate.
She died 13 years after my Dad at age 93. Reasonably fit to the end & lived alone with a home help who she treated like a servant. How the woman put up with her I’ll never know.
She loved my Daughter, because Daughter took her out in her car, not so much my Son who didn’t really get on with her when he got older.
An example of her snobbyness, one of my Daughters friends needed a garage for her car, so my Daughter asked Mum if she could use Mum’s, Mum didn’t have a car & Dad’s had been sold some time before, Mum was reluctant at first until Daughter said, it’s a Porsche, Mum hastily said yes. She could then tell all her neighbours she has a Porsche in her garage. Daughter & I had a chuckle over that.
Mum could be fun if she felt like it.
I miss my Mum very much, she died 4 years ago at the age of 95, it was a blessing really as she had bad Dementia where she didn’t know who anyone was for the past 2 years.
My Dad left my Mum and Me when I was 19, saying he was in a rut, he was very strict with Me and my Sister, my Mum was a softie. My Mum then met another Man about 8 years after and re-married, but he died after 5 years of marriage. My Mum worked very hard, doing two jobs during the day.
I missed having one, sometimes.
