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May God bless our mothers
The recent Mother’s Day observance reminded me of the blessed effect mothers have on our lives.
My mother was a hardworking person with very few conveniences, but did her best to give my brothers and me the best in life that she could.
We had a very limited income, so she laundered and ironed for the teachers and superintendent of the Floresville Grammar and High School. She did not have the luxury of a washing machine or clothes dryer. The work consisted of scrubbing the clothes on a wash board, boiling the clothes in a black kettle in the back yard, and transferring the clothes from the boiling water with a broom handle to a wash tub with water, bluing, and starch.
She then took the clothes from the water and wrung them out by hand. She then hung them on a clothesline to dry. She ironed them on an ironing board.
When I was in the ninth grade, we moved to San Antonio. I was allowed to stay with my maternal grandfather to complete my school year. My Aunt Tavita commented, “You can take the boy out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the boy.”
My stepgrandmother treated me as one of her own. She prepared a very tasty pastry she called turcos, which resembled buenelos. She would tell me “Come y calla” which means, “eat this, but be quiet about it.”
My maternal grandmother died at a very young age and left six young children. Before she died, she was concerned for the welfare of her children should she die. She advised my grandfather to marry Sara Pacheco if she did not survive a pending appendectomy. Her premonition materialized.
My wife taught our children to read before they started school. She dressed them immaculately. When our daughter Velma married and gave birth to our first grandchild, Erica, my wife asked our daughter to bring Erica to our home when she decided to resume working.
When our second granddaughter, Adriana, was born, my wife went to our daughter’s home to care for both children. Our daughter’s husband’s job took them to live in Corpus Christi.
One night he called us to tell us Velma had gone into labor with her third child. It was midnight, but my wife did not hesitate. We immediately left for Corpus. A neighbor was caring for our two granddaughters. The next morning, we were notified that we had a grandson, Nicolas. We stayed there for a few days helping our daughter.
We did not have much involvement with the birth of our son’s child, our second grandson, Ryan. My son’s job had taken him to St. Charles, Missouri. But we were there to witness that birth.
God bless our mothers.
Rudy Elizondo is Julia Castro’s nephew and formerly of Floresville.
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