Remembering
August 2, 1924 Muriel Stuart Mitchell was born. She was better known as "Hitty" to her brothers and sisters, "Muz" to her grandchildren and Mama to her kids. Today she would have been 83. It is really hard to believe she has been gone two years.
Mama was my best friend in the truest sense of the word. She was there for me even when I pushed her away. She quietly waited for me to come back as she prayed her heart out. This wasn't for me only. She was there like this for all 4 of us kids and our mates, all her greats and grands and anyone who was her friend or who just needed her. She gave so much of herself and felt at times that it was not enough or was totally unappreciated. She considered herself totally useless at times (don't we all) and without any talents. She had imagination, artistic talent. She could sew anything, even making her own patterns at times. She had taken cake decorating classes once when we lived in Montgomery and got really good at it. She loved to experiment with recipes. I think that was one of the things she missed most when Dad passed away. She used to tell me, "I am so glad you came to see me, I have a new recipe I want to try." Most of them were pretty good. When I wasn't available, she would try them out on her church family. If they were good, she would admit she had brought it.
Mom loved to laugh, to sing, to be with her family. She was happiest when her kids were all together and laughing at each other (mostly the boys laughing or making fun of me). She was the foundation that held the family together, such as it was. She made me promise to keep the family together after she died. I tried for awhile, but that is hard to do when no one responds to the attempts. Sorry Mom.
I just wanted to say "Happy Birthday" Mama and I sure do miss you. Can hardly wait to be with you again. Cis
Mama was my best friend in the truest sense of the word. She was there for me even when I pushed her away. She quietly waited for me to come back as she prayed her heart out. This wasn't for me only. She was there like this for all 4 of us kids and our mates, all her greats and grands and anyone who was her friend or who just needed her. She gave so much of herself and felt at times that it was not enough or was totally unappreciated. She considered herself totally useless at times (don't we all) and without any talents. She had imagination, artistic talent. She could sew anything, even making her own patterns at times. She had taken cake decorating classes once when we lived in Montgomery and got really good at it. She loved to experiment with recipes. I think that was one of the things she missed most when Dad passed away. She used to tell me, "I am so glad you came to see me, I have a new recipe I want to try." Most of them were pretty good. When I wasn't available, she would try them out on her church family. If they were good, she would admit she had brought it.
Mom loved to laugh, to sing, to be with her family. She was happiest when her kids were all together and laughing at each other (mostly the boys laughing or making fun of me). She was the foundation that held the family together, such as it was. She made me promise to keep the family together after she died. I tried for awhile, but that is hard to do when no one responds to the attempts. Sorry Mom.
I just wanted to say "Happy Birthday" Mama and I sure do miss you. Can hardly wait to be with you again. Cis
posted by Three C Farm at
9:53 AM
4 Comments:
When I read yours and Greg's tributes to your mother, I am always encouraged by such devotion and honor that this lady draws from the two of her children I know. God bless you as your miss your mom and think of her birthday. Keeping those promises to them is a hard task. I made one I'm still trying to honor regarding the brother who is terminally ill, but it does get hard, so I understand where you're coming from. I believe our moms know and understand, though.
Take care.........
Murial was an awesome lady. I too miss her very much. She was one of the patient people in my life who helped me along in my walk with God. She helped me understand grace more and gently guided me in my teaching. She was a true friend. She always made me laugh and always seemed to know just want to say, whether in a class or sitting in her living room, to encourage me in my ministry.
Creekside Church family will always have a void where she sat in class and worship. We surely miss her.
With Peanut's birth and all that has been going on in my life, I completely missed the fact that Mom's birthday was last week. Thanks for your blog!
I've been thinking about starting another blog for Peanut ... it would consist of letters to Mom telling all about him, like I did with Josh and Jessica.
I think that would be a great idea Greg.
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