Our Mothers Taught Us So Many Things!!!
It was Thursday near nine a.m. and a heavy rain was a fallin’ on the old tin top of The Flat Rock General Store. The rear, ‘bout the old potbellied heater, was a layered thick with most near all The Store regulars. Like normal, there was a few other community and area Flat Rock folk a hoverin’ ‘bout. My Daddy "Pop" C.C. near drove his John Deere Gator up on the porch and was a fightin’ off the heavy rainfall as he used his steadyin’ cane to maneuver inside. Essex walked in carryin’ hot coffee and a plate full of scrambled eggs, fried Spam, pear preserves and homemade from scratch cathead biscuits for Slim’s mornin’ breakfast.
Topical discussions included heavy rainfall a causin’ the risin’ of both Mud and Town Creeks, gardenin’ plans, high school baseball, politics, consolidation, adulters, chicken-growin’ and church amongst others. Estelle offered, as she headed out for her Hair Factory, time was a movin’ close ‘tward Mother’s Day ought nine. Bro. offered Ms. Ida had penciled down on white butcher paper in red marker a headin’ to offer thanks to our mothers for the special "Little Things" they did. Most near all the regulars had penciled on their words …
MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME—
To pray—give thanks
Southern gentlemen things
No hats in the house
To tie my shoe
Adults mostly knowed best
Simple little life things…
There was bunches more; the back wall carried a list too full for me to pencil em’ all down fur this writin’.
At this point, it was a nearin’ noon eatin’ time and the folk all seem to change directions precisely at the same time. Slim offered a goodbye-howdy t’ward all those individuals as they sighted in on the old double-front doors.
I myself headed off in my pick-up for a few evenin’ farm chores. I was reminded my Mother, Lizzie Allee Masterson Potter, taught me lots of simple life lesson like folding a letter, sister on the bus first every day, etc., etc. and so on. Then there was fashion: stripes, solids, white P.E. socks, the proper combinations and precisely no caps in the house. These, in her words, were "no-nos."
As I look at fashion today, I don’t suppose Mother’s plaid-and-stripe teachin’s or no-caps-in-the-house would go over well. Come to think of it, I guess lots of things Mother taught me wouldn’t go over well in today’s society. Maybe we need to take another look at the writin’s on the wall of The Store and try to apply what our mothers taught us….
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL MOTHERS YOUNG AND OLD FOR OUGHT NINE, "THANK YOU" ALL…
REMEMBER YOUR HERITAGE!!!
ALWAYS, THINK GOOD MEMORIES!!!
If my Mother could speak from the grave today…
I wonder just what she would say about the past
or heaven this day….
Joe Potter is a former vocational agriculture teacher, FFA advisor and retired county agent (Colbert County).