Tuesday, November 4, 2014

My Mom: The Fighter


My mother has been mentioned a time or two, so why stop now? On her recent visit, I remembered one of my favorite Mom stories (there are many more...you've been warned).

My Mom and Dad used to dance: ballroom, square dancing - they did it all and often. They would dance every chance they had and my Mom kept her sewing machine in overdrive making skirts and what-not for their habit. Think "habit" like "heroin" because they were totally addicted. 

My Dad retired; more free time, in theory. 

But then my Dad got sick and needless to say, it didn't end well. After he passed, I worried about Mom. This was the time that they were supposed to have to do what they wanted; now retirement was something she was doing alone. What would she do with her time? For a while, she sat at home and grieved, as could be expected. But soon, she ventured out and started doing a few things but I still worried that she had lost a favorite hobby that she couldn't replace.

Forget that - she is never home and constantly on the go and she discovered "line dancing." 

One night, she went to a class on the other side of town. Truthfully, I didn't think it was a very safe part of town, but what do I know? I haven't lived in northeast Ohio for twenty-three years. 

She had purchased my van when we were ready for a new car and that was the vehicle she drove that night. Mom told me she parked by the far edge of the parking lot because she didn't want anyone to scratch her new van (used, Ma...used).

When class was over, she walked out to her van in the dim lights of the parking lot. She was just starting to get in her vehicle when a wild looking woman appeared and tried to grab her purse, shouting, "Give me that, you b____!"

Scared out of her wits, my mother held on to the purse. So did the nutty woman! The lady tugged and pulled at it and wasn't willing to give up. As she relayed the details of this fracas to me by phone, I was stymied. Why in the world did hang on to it? She could have gotten herself beaten to a pulp.

"Oh, my gosh, Mom! Were you afraid she'd get your wallet? Your money?" I asked.

"No," she replied. "Actually, my purse was locked in the trunk. It was really a shoe bag."

Okay, I thought. It was that monogrammed shoe bag I got Mom for Christmas. Dang it, I'd hate to think that she could have gotten hurt over some sentimental attachment to a gift. I voiced my concerns.

"No, it wasn't that shoe bag - I keep that one for special occasions. In fact, the shoes were my old dance shoes. I don't even like them. And my car keys were in my pocket, " Mom explained proudly.

"Mom, for crying out loud, why didn't you just let her have it??" I exclaimed.

"Well...she called me a bad name...I didn't even know her, she had no right to talk to me like that. There's no way I was going to let her have my shoe bag," she stated emphatically.

Eventually, the would-be robber did wrestle the shoe bag out of her hands and escaped in the woods. I can see my mother standing their, irritated, shrugging her shoulders and driving away. Oh, well.

A few weeks later, they picked up several young people for drugs and Mom said she recognized the girl in the newspaper and added, "I won't tell on her...it looks like she has enough problems as it is. Plus, she had the disappointment of thinking she got a purse, but it was only my stinky old shoes."

Yep. That's my Mom.


21 comments:

  1. I like your mom. I'm nothing like her, but I LIKE her!!

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  2. Good morning, dear Cherdo!

    Experts would say that your mother made a string of dangerous mistakes. She visited a bad part of town alone. She parked the van in a remote part of the lot. When line dance class was over she didn't have a "buddy" walk out with her and accompany her back to her van. Walking alone she did not remain fully aware of her surroundings and any "shady" characters lurking in the area. She resisted the robber and engaged her in a tug of war.

    Most importantly, your mother failed to have everyone's favorite crime stopper, Shecky Shady, on speed dial.

    Who's the funny private dick
    That's a laugh machine to all the chicks?
    (Shecky Shady!)
    You're damn right

    Who is the man
    That would risk his neck for mother at her van?
    (Shecky Shady!)
    Can ya dig it?

    Who's the cat that won't cop out
    When there's danger all about
    (Shecky Shady!)
    Right on

    You see this cat Shady is a bad mother
    (Shut your mouth)
    But I'm talkin' about Shady
    (Then we can dig it)

    He's a complicated man
    But no one understands him but his woman
    (and his shrink)

    Happy Tuesday, dear friend Cherdo!

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    1. Ha ha ha ha! Love the Shecky Shady groove.

      Believe me, I have outlined each and every thing she did wrong (...just to avoid a scratch on a used car). She doesn't triage like normal people. Her degree of urgency is somewhat different. I've urged her to travel in a crowd!

      You - I urge NOT to travel in a crowd, ha ha. A little isolation would do you a world of good. Have a great Tuesday, brother SDK!

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  3. CHERDO ~
    That was a funny story about your Ma. (And D-FensDogg loves himself some Cherdo Ma!)

    I recently won a copy of the book 'OLD BROADS WAXING POETIC' from Susan Swiderski and Julie Kemp Pick for posting a couple old stories about my Ma on Susan's blog. And your Ma sounds about as feisty as my Ma was. ...Only difference is that my Ma probably would have shoved the shoe box up Wild Woman's 'Where-The-Sun-Don't-Shine': "You want it so bad? OK, you're going to GET IT!"

    You know, any Mom who would go after her own son with her own son's own crutch... well, she'd have found a tight place to temporarily store her old shoe box. Ha! (I sense my Ma is looking down at me right this second and laughing.)

    Dang it! SHECKY SHADY SHAFT has his own theme song! D-FensDogg is jealous. (I needs to get to work on one o' dem things fer me now.)

    ~ D-FensDogg
    'Loyal American Underground'

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    1. Do it! Let me do a blog exclusive of the new D-FensDogg Shuffle! We'll do a compilation album!

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    2. Ha!-Ha! You weren't supposed to say THAT!
      You were supposed to say, "NO-ooooo! Anything but THAT!"

      Last night I rewrote the chorus of 'Under The Boardwalk' for FAE's "Battle Of The Bands" comment section. Methinks I'm all "lyric-ed" out for now. Blast this "Writer's Block" anyhow!!! Why, if I had some dyn-O-mite!...

      ~ D-FensDogg
      'Loyal American Underground'

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    3. I can't be controlled. :-)

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  4. What a spunky lass! She reminds me a bit of my mom but my mom would have slapped her or taken her cane to her:) It would not have been about the shoes either but the bad language. One can be so scared for ones' moms but also so proud at the same time. I often told my mom "I could kill you but I just love you so"

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    1. I worry about her, 'cause I love her... but that may be unnecessary. Perhaps I should worry about muggers.

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  5. I'd be mad if somebody called me a bad word, too! Your mom sounds cool. I'm glad she didn't get hurt!

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  6. Sounds like your mom is having a blast! I have noticed that single/widowed women tend to get out and experience life more than those who grow older with a man in the house. I don't know why that is. Men seem to not want to leave the house as much as they get older, perhaps?

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    1. I think that is exactly right, Stephanie! My Mom was all about traveling, too; even before my Dad was sick, he was all about NOT traveling. :-)

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    2. I didn't lose my husband the way your mom did (I was glad to be rid of mine), but after grieving the death of my marriage, I found out that I could have all sorts of fun and do things I couldn't do when I was married, like make love to Willy Dunne Wooters. I love being single.

      Love,
      Janie

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  7. Ha! I like your mom! I love that she didn't want to give up her old shoes because the girl called her a bad name. Just because you're robbing someone doesn't mean you need to be rude, right? :P But it is terribly funny that she thought she got a purse full of goodies and instead had old shoes. I wish I could've seen her face when she realized that! ;)

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  8. I like your mom. If she ever wants to visit Florida, just let me know. She's welcome in my house.

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. She'll make you dance, Janie...but, then again, she is THE BOOM at curtain hemming... Win, win!! :-)

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    1. Oh, the stories I could tell...and DO.

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Thanks for your personal yada, yada, yada,
Love, Cherdo