• My parents did some amateur theater together before they were married, mainly through the religious organization they both belonged to, the Third Order of St. Francis. My mother once told me of a particular show they were doing in which she and my father had a scene together (though I don’t believe they had begun dating each other at this point). Mom said her job in the scene was simple – she just had to sit there while my father’s character ranted at her in a long speech. Somewhere along the way, though, Dad drew a blank; he didn’t know what to say next. His way of dealing with it was to look at Mom and growl, “Well don’t just sit there; say something!” It really is a wonder they ever began to date one another after a moment such as this.
• One late summer night, I walked into the house to find mom watching TV in the living room. On the screen was a popular black singer and her backing vocal group. “Gladys Knight?” I queried. Her immediate reply: “I sure am – it was hot today!”
• I was maybe 12 years old. I don’t know what we were watching, but they shifted to a beach scene featuring a lovely young woman in a yellow bikini. My mother only said two words, but she said them in a tone of semi-disgust: “Egg yolks.” She may even have waved her arm dismissively.
If you’d like to see more stories about Mom, CLICK HERE to read a post I wrote in 2005, just a few months after her passing.