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Memories of Time With Our Mother

 

On behalf of our mother’s birthday today, my 3 sisters and I took a stroll down memory lane about our lifetime relationship with the matriarch of our family, Ann Kathryn Barrett. Happy Birthday, Mom!

FROM SUSAN BARRETT HENSEL

After we were all tucked into bed, creeping out to the living room and Mom letting me watch Johnny Carson with her.

Dressing up in Mom’s slips and listening to her The Sound of Music Album while I danced in front of her mirror.

Mom discovering me, and I think my victim in crime Janet, as we covered our faces with her makeup.

Mom taking us all to the Library, both in Antioch and then later in Kearney, and passing on her love of reading. 

Scrambling to find all of the 10 books that we had each checked out before we could leave for the library.

Mom singing happily in the kitchen.

Yummy birthday cakes year after year.

Yummy homemade desserts to look forward to.

Counting down the minutes until the “end of the day school bell” so I could get home and see Mom and relax in the kitchen chatting and having one or two of those yummy cookies while mom was getting dinner going.  It was nice to have her there to come home to each day.

Shared back rubs when I got to crawl into bed with her when Dad worked nights.

Lunches made with love each day at school.

Mom patiently walking throughout the mall to find that “perfect” outfit or dress for a special occasion.

Mom washing my hair as I leaned over the tub.

Mom getting a kick out of something we said or did…it made me feel special and loved.

Mom encouraging and showing appreciation for my love of art.

4-H classes taught by Mom.

Mom’s “fearless?” 😉 patience as I learned to drive.

Kisses goodnight and wake up calls in the morning.

Mom watching for the bus and bringing me glasses of chocolate milk before school.

Her smiling face as she held my babies.

Comfort and encouragement when we found out about Hannah’s CF and many other tough times.

“Your Mom writes the best notes on cards” <– that one’s from Jim.

I have always been proud of how far mom has come … I always thought of her as someone with gumption and intelligence.

FROM JANET BARRETT PALLETT

Making cakes, triple layer chocolate, chocolate chip, Bonnie Bell, pick which one you want for your birthday….all from scratch.

Butter creme frosting.

Brownies, with frosting … for Dad.

 Sugar cookies, with frosting….for Dad.

8 pie crusts in the freezer, ready to go.

Paring apples, peaches, the smell of cinnamon.

Snapping beans on the plastic tablecloth on the floor in front of the TV.

Mom picking beans early while it’s cooler.

“Girls, why don’t you go help pick beans this morning.”

Girls picking beans in the middle of the day in skimpy clothes to get a tan.

Canning on a hot summer day while 4 girls watch.

Hanging clothes on the clothesline.

Ironing little cotton dresses and blouses on a hot summer day in Gladstone.

Walking us to school in Gladstone.

Taking me to school in Gladstone, crying, after two weeks of “stomach aches,” per doctor’s orders.

Walking to Antioch.

Warm robe and slippers, making our lunches with steak sandwiches, chips and 2 homemade cookies.

Singing in the house.

Can you pick me up at my friend’s house off hwy 92 to hwy D to hwy C past the curve on the right after the red barn?

Buying basketball shoes, pom pon uniforms, homecoming and prom dresses.

Yummy picnic lunches at the hwy rest stop on our way to the Ozarks 

Picking out cloth at the fabric store, blue with red flocking, so mom could make a “cool top with flared sleeves”

Teaching 4-H Cooking

“You make cookies and I’ll clean up.”

Smiling and enjoying her girls deeply involved in imaginative play, “little people,” art projects, Barbies, board games, sewing doll clothes all over the living and dining rooms.

Picking us up from school at all hours of the early morning and late at night in the Ford LTD.

Long talks while cooking dinner.

 Ham and beans, steak and gravy, chicken in the electric skillet and gravy.

“Almost everything on the dinner table came from our garden.”

Perms at home at the kitchen table.

Reading books, Kearney Library, Smithville library

New recipe books with handwritten recipes.

Dying eggs for Easter.

Waiting for me to come home from work late because we had a water fight: “You should have called.”

“Merle, do you want to split a beer?”

Planting flowers, picking weeds, mowing.

Visiting SMS on parent day, meeting Don, “I can tell he likes her.”

Bowling and surprising everyone and beating Don every time.

4th of July parties, baked beans, pies and potato salad.

Taking grandma to the grocery store.

Having a “talk” with the teachers about senior skip day.

Encouraging Elyce to hand out candy with Grandpa on Halloween. Elyce saying, “I’m going to tell my mom,” “You know that I am your mom’s mom?”

Always having a pie ready when we visit, eating it for breakfast.

“I have some homemade cookies.”

“I taught your dad to make cookies.”

Pictures on the refrigerator.

The Matriarch of the family.

FROM JACQUELINE (JACQUI) BARRETT POINDEXTER

Smaks for hamburgers, fries and walking around Northtown.

Some guy ‘whistling’ at you while we walked around North Kansas City, after eating our Smaks hamburgers; you laughed and made a cute remark (you were in your 20s – what a hot Mom-ma)

Teaching me fun tunes like “Chickerey Chick Cha-La Cha-La”… while we drove down A-Highway.

Singing in the kitchen … your fondness for Tom Jones, Placido Domingo and other classics! Your singing always lightened up my mood.

Braiding my hair.

Meeting me at the front door ever day after the Kindergarten bus dropped me off; letting me check the mail. Fluffing it off when the bus driver scolded me for going to the mailbox too soon after she discharged me.

Tuning into Captain Kangaroo after Susan/Janet went to school.

Letting me help you with your perms; rinsing your hair for you; putting rollers in my doll, Patricia’s hair to give her a perm, too.

Encouraging me to sit on the couch, with you sitting on the floor in front, so I could comb and fix your hair—it felt good for you, and I loved playing hairdresser!

Bringing Kathy to my 1st grade class for show-and-tell!

Planting marigolds.

“Encouraging us girls” to pick green beans or strawberries; or snap beans when you brought them inside.

Colorado and Branson trips … then trekking all over Europe.

Canning dill pickles … everyone loved them.

Always, always encouraging me to write.

Fried chicken and mashed potatoes … preparing my favorite meal for me even after I moved out and came home for visits.

Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and a robust glass of milk for lunch several days a week when I worked in Liberty at In Plant Management Association.

Having the tough conversations with your daughters (particularly me) because you care about us.

Introducing us to The Sound of Music … and having that wonderful album, along with several other melodious tunes always available to inspire on the HiFi.

Laughing it up, expressing your unique humor and sipping on wine with your daughters one Christmas while we made jewelry with Kathy’s jewelry making stash.

Recipes for salmon patties (now Rob’s favorite) and vegetable pizza.

Red lipstick.

Never saying ‘no’ to babysitting Louie – letting him jump up into your chair.

Always making me feel welcome, any time, through the ‘thick and thin’ of life.

Worrying about me.

Letting me worry about you, at least a little bit.

Cheering me on as a business woman, “You are worth the premium investment by any customer.”

Encouraging me to grow my mind and my confidence.

You’re a Leo, and Dad’s a Virgo; Rob’s a Leo, and I’m a Virgo – this somehow makes things make more sense to me – via you, I feel I ‘get’ Rob’s personality a little more, and vice versa : )

Your mother always seems to be very lady like. She’s always very proper to make sure everything is ‘just so,’ and when she speaks her opinion she is never disrespectful. <– This one’s from Rob

Saying, “You just need a hug,” and embracing me with your love one day, when I was single and feeling a bit lost.

Your intelligence and wit … and your willingness to weather the storms and inspire hope. You gave me the gift of hope; that’s the greatest gift of all to me. Love you.

FROM KATHERINE (KATHY) BARRETT DE BOER

When I think of my mom many memories come to mind:  baking cookies, her waiting up without fail until I came home at night…no matter how late, the fact that she suffered through shopping with me during my teen years, home-cooked meals, working in the garden, sharing her love of reading, modeling a good marriage and setting my standards high for my future spouse.

While all of those things are wonderful and I appreciate the time and sacrifice that she gave; the one prevalent thought that I keep going back to is that when I think of my mom I instantly feel loved.  Without fail her eyes light up when I enter the room and she always makes it clear that she is proud of me. I can’t think of a greater gift that one person can give another.  From time to time she will fret over small things that maybe she could have done differently as a mother. Being a mother now myself, I know how easy it is to get caught up in wanting to do everything perfectly for my child.  But what really matters most and is my greatest prayer is that my son feels as much love and acceptance as I experienced and still experience from my mother.

 

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