What was your mom like when you were a child?
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@EricVanceWalton I continue with my memories remembering my mother when I was a child is a good exercise to go back to that time that was lived, today only memories remain.
Doing this exercise of remembering my mother when I was a child is really dusting, searching my memory. I will always remember my mother as a woman of weapons to take. She was insistent on certain things, although sometimes she seemed absent in the face of so many activities at home. As I write these lines, her slender figure comes to my mind, her black hair and that way of standing with one hand on her hip, she did it very often (she used to say with her hand on her hip).
I remember her way of speaking very much, she lived in the countryside in her childhood, now I think it was her happiest time and maybe that is why she was absent in her mind, it made her feel good, although sometimes it shocked her children, sometimes she said words that were a little understandable, sometimes I just looked at her.
I remember her a lot in the kitchen, when she made
her favorite dish palo apique, this is a rice with bayo beans which they made a lot in the countryside, if we all liked it or should be it was the most frequent type of meals, for us it was normal this type of meals at home, the countryside never wanted to take it out of her.
Her strength was demonstrated when health situations arose, when there were epidemics of mumps as it was called at that time, epidemics of measles, then the whole block where there were children and adolescents we all fell, all mothers made use of natural recipes to placate a little discomfort caused by the symptoms in the skin in case of measles and neck area for mumps.
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If she had to go to the doctor, no one would stop her, she trusted in science too, although her natural formulas were infallible.
How I remember her when she started making cakes. The house always smelled of baking, then she started her business of tortas burreras, in rations, she sent them to the bodega, it was part of receiving extra money.
I remember her with her lost look when she stood at the window, looking towards the street. She never said anything. Now I think about those thoughts, maybe they brought her worries, sadness, longing. She was always looking out for the meals, the school uniforms, her directives were: Don't call me from school because you misbehave, don't call me for low grades either. She never sat down to study with us, she always said: That work is yours.
Yes, she was also very annoyed with my father, that was really noticeable, sometimes they argued, almost never in a low tone. Sometimes she lost her patience, although she never reprimanded us for anything, she did observe us a lot, I remember in my mind she was not very communicative, not very expressive.
I also remember that she was a very good neighbor, she had few friends, yes friends, they looked for each other when they really needed each other, they helped each other. The household chores at that time kept them too busy to sit and talk every day. She was always very much at home. All her daughters seem to copy that pattern very well, we like to be at home.
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