tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post4744561909481570876..comments2024-03-18T15:15:52.347-04:00Comments on Writers Who Kill: 'jullie looks like her mother very much'Jim Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090252530437277145noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-20910430488936506082019-02-02T08:15:48.790-05:002019-02-02T08:15:48.790-05:00Mom In Google Translate Tee : https://tshirtgarden...<br /><a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/mom-in-google-translate" rel="nofollow">Mom In Google Translate Tee</a> : <a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/mom-in-google-translate" rel="nofollow">https://tshirtgarden.com/mom-in-google-translate</a><br /><a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/mommy-in-google-translate" rel="nofollow">Mommy In Google Translate Tee</a> : <a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/mommy-in-google-translate" rel="nofollow">https://tshirtgarden.com/mommy-in-google-translate</a><br /><a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/mama-in-google-translate" rel="nofollow">Mama In Google Translate Tee</a> : <a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/mama-in-google-translate" rel="nofollow">https://tshirtgarden.com/mama-in-google-translate</a><br /><a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/ma-in-google-translate" rel="nofollow">Ma In Google Translate Tank</a> : <a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/ma-in-google-translate" rel="nofollow">https://tshirtgarden.com/ma-in-google-translate</a><br /><a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/female-parent-in-google-translate" rel="nofollow">Female Parent In Google Translate</a> : <a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/female-parent-in-google-translate" rel="nofollow">https://tshirtgarden.com/female-parent-in-google-translate</a><br /><a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/dad-in-google-translate" rel="nofollow">Dad In Google Translate Tee</a> : <a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/dad-in-google-translate" rel="nofollow">https://tshirtgarden.com/dad-in-google-translate</a><br /><a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/firefighter-proud-mom" rel="nofollow">FIREFIGHTER PROUD MOM</a> : <a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/firefighter-proud-mom" rel="nofollow">https://tshirtgarden.com/firefighter-proud-mom</a><br /><a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/amazing-loving-strong-happy-selfless-graceful-mother" rel="nofollow">Amazing Loving Strong Happy Selfless Graceful Mother</a> : <a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/amazing-loving-strong-happy-selfless-graceful-mother" rel="nofollow">https://tshirtgarden.com/amazing-loving-strong-happy-selfless-graceful-mother</a><br /><a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/amazing-loving-beautiful-thoughtful-selfless-strong-mother" rel="nofollow">Amazing Loving Beautiful Thoughtful Selfless Strong Mother</a> : <a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/amazing-loving-beautiful-thoughtful-selfless-strong-mother" rel="nofollow">https://tshirtgarden.com/amazing-loving-beautiful-thoughtful-selfless-strong-mother</a><br /><a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/mom" rel="nofollow">Gift for Mom | T-Shirt Garden</a> : <a href="https://tshirtgarden.com/mom" rel="nofollow">https://tshirtgarden.com/mom</a><br />Md Golam Kibriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12647716329761911093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-72504363632060045552017-05-14T22:16:27.170-04:002017-05-14T22:16:27.170-04:00Gloria, how wonderful that you have such lovely me...Gloria, how wonderful that you have such lovely memories of your mother! And her fascination with aliens is fantastic!Julie Tollefsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01579825918764925361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-31213177377128245352017-05-14T22:14:57.892-04:002017-05-14T22:14:57.892-04:00Thanks, Kait!
Margaret, I'm delighted by the ...Thanks, Kait!<br /><br />Margaret, I'm delighted by the idea of your mother directing as you trimmed her roses. What a terrific story!Julie Tollefsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01579825918764925361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-2866414254074732242017-05-14T22:13:34.412-04:002017-05-14T22:13:34.412-04:00Thanks for your comments. Warren and Grace - you b...Thanks for your comments. Warren and Grace - you both are lucky indeed. My grandmother just turned 98, and I've always looked up to her, too. Strong women in our family!Julie Tollefsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01579825918764925361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-50274046721964526692017-05-14T19:07:57.897-04:002017-05-14T19:07:57.897-04:00I am very fortunate to still have my mother with m...I am very fortunate to still have my mother with me--going on 90 and still clear-minded and well read. She was always ready for an adventure. I once took her across Europe, and she even agreed to spend nights in a tent to save on travel expenses. If I've been a good mother at all, it has been because of the wonderful example my mother gave my sisters and me. Grace Toppinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10291304815273486038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-208661999727838792017-05-14T15:22:36.134-04:002017-05-14T15:22:36.134-04:00Lovely blog and pictures, too. Julie. My mother ha...<br />Lovely blog and pictures, too. Julie. My mother has been dead for 27 years, and I still miss her. I was the oldest of five kids growing up, and then after I was married Mom had another. She had her hands full caring for all of us, but was a good mother, who loved to read and had a bit of a sense of humor, too, when she wasn't ill. When she was sixteen, she came down with rheumatic fever and missed half a year of school which damaged her heart. Several times over the years she developed rheumatoid arthritis and my father had to carry her up and down stairs and to the bathroom. The only complaint I heard was when she felt terrible about not being able to care for her family. The things she loved were flowers, reading, and going on picnics with our family almost every Sunday from spring through fall with her sister, brother-in-law and our cousins. We went a different place almost every Sunday. <br /><br />A year after I got married, we started going on camping trips with my parents, whatever<br />siblings were at home, and later that included my children, too. She so looked forward <br />to those two week camping trips to different states and different campgrounds. She loved<br /> to travel and one winter my dad and her drove to Florida for a vacation. Oh how she loved<br /> that trip. When dad had trouble driving in later years, one of my sisters took over and<br /> drove them on vacation where they stayed in moteels then.<br /><br />My mom was fascinated by the possibility of space aliens and read every article or book that referred to the fact that there might be some. This was back in the 1950s and 60s.<br />She and my father were both avid readers.<br /><br />Once as a teenager when I was moaning about something or other pertaining to school and the popular girls, she told me I was just as pretty or prettier than the popular girls, it's <br />just they had more money to spend on clothes. She overlooked the fact that I had acne. I<br />never forgot that. She did buy us nice clothes always looking for bargains and her taste<br />in clothes was good. Mom had two open heart surgeries replacing a bad valve ten years apart. She didn't make it through the 2nd surgery which was a year after my father died.Gloria Aldenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13581719606924364447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-16083036950746338942017-05-14T12:36:30.700-04:002017-05-14T12:36:30.700-04:00great story, Jim!
Before I left for college, Mom...great story, Jim! <br /><br />Before I left for college, Mom made sure I was a seasoned pro: house painting, furniture refinishing, weeding and dressmaking, followed by construction of pinch-pleated draperies when we bought our first house. <br /><br />But never pruning Mom's treasured roses, not until the year she died, when she stood next to an open window telling me how to cut each cane.<br />Margaret S. Hamiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07979191318652199350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-3893752466423865312017-05-14T12:32:35.540-04:002017-05-14T12:32:35.540-04:00What a great post, Julie! And what a great photo t...What a great post, Julie! And what a great photo to accompany it, too!Kaithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07758348842858993203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-85296929732729313562017-05-14T10:36:43.482-04:002017-05-14T10:36:43.482-04:00I am so fortunate that at age 94 my mother is stil...I am so fortunate that at age 94 my mother is still alive and I am continuing to have memorable times with her.Warren Bullhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07789270258599769915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-37175200724105022702017-05-14T08:36:33.192-04:002017-05-14T08:36:33.192-04:00That's a great memory, Jim. I'm giggling a...That's a great memory, Jim. I'm giggling a little myself imagining it. Julie Tollefsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01579825918764925361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-28106948862462368792017-05-14T05:01:04.394-04:002017-05-14T05:01:04.394-04:00I have to admit that I consider Mother’s Day and F...I have to admit that I consider Mother’s Day and Father’s Day and their ilk to be driven by commercial interests, and so I don’t choose to participate other than to give my mother a call since I don’t live nearby. Which isn’t to say, I don’t have lots of memories of my mother, and they continue to grow as she is in pretty good shape for someone in their nineties.<br /><br />So here’s the one that popped into mind: It’s Christmas Eve and I’m in Jr. High and finally of the age where I am called upon to assist in constructing Santa’s gifts for my sisters. Does anyone remember those cardboard appliances (Tab A into Slot B?). I digress. My father and I build a “Whirligig” for one of my sisters. We work outside on the covered patio. In the middle of the construction, that is not going all that smoothly, a storm blows up, absconding with the instructions. In pouring rain, I search with a flashlight and find them tangled in a bush. I change clothes, the storm ends. We finish the construction and decided to test it out.<br /><br />It’s well past midnight. Merry Christmas. My mother and I are about the same weight. She takes one seat; I take the other. She pushes her side in; I pull mine out. She pulls, I push. We begin to spin. Faster and faster we go, giggles turn into laughter—-and can still generate laughter if either of us bring it up, or the fact that neighbors happened to be looking out the window and caught us in the act.<br /><br />~ Jim<br />Jim Jacksonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15090252530437277145noreply@blogger.com