Memories… for Mother’s Day

My mother, Elizabeth Ann (Sharp) Pemble, combined with the School of Hard Knocks, are greatly responsible molding me to be the person I am today. Many of my personality traits and looks are inherited from my father’s side, but my mother is the one that spent the greater amount of time trying to shape me up to be a responsible, productive citizen of society.  I’m sure it wasn’t an easy task.

Liz_Pemble_baby NovedgeMy mother’s was a generation raised during the Great Depression and only a few generations removed from those immigrating from foreign lands, in this case Sweden and Scotland.   When asked about living during the Great Depression she said, “We couldn’t tell the difference since we always lived that way.”  Frugal living, hard work, get up the next day and do it all again.

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August 30, 1940

Mom ran the household while Dad ran the implement business.  She did all the farm books, took care of all the paperwork, filing and organization and any other task Dad would request of her.  She always wanted Dad to learn where all of the important papers were located, but he refused saying, “I’m going to die first, so I don’t need to know.”  He was right again.

She also cooked delicious meals for the family and hired farm help, sewed most of the wardrobes for herself, my sister and me, and later on, grandchildren.  Chickens were raised for eggs to sell at Stankey’s Store,  she butchered her own chickens, and canned immense quantities of produce from her huge garden. A trip to town, church or Ladies Aid required her hair and clothing looking nice and she would never forget to put her lipstick on.

Pemble Fam_Sept '6205102014_0000 It was hay fever season so I’m picking my nose.  Good God, Girl, get that finger out of your nose!  See what she had to deal with…

Grandchildren would often be found playing, rough housing and participating in a variety of activities at the farm.  She would comment, “These kids have more fun in one day than I had throughout my whole childhood.” She didn’t talk much of her own years growing up.

Mother spent many hours preparing for family events at the farm, such as barbecue picnics, lefse making and her photography slide shows.  I guess I can credit her for my obsession with photography.

Christmas traditions were important, with the annual cookie church complete with colored tissue paper in the lighted cookie window openings (I’m pretty sure I would hear a cuss word or two during the baking process), beer cheese soup with her home-canned beef for sandwiches, divinity, fudge, and a brown sugar fudge called penoche.

Once, while she was in a “tizz” before an event she told me ( and herself), “I’m making memories for the grandchildren so it’s worth all the work.” 

G-ma Pemble05edgeLittle did we know that Alzheimer’s disease would eventually wreak havoc with her brain and it would be her memories that would be at risk.

Happy Mother’s Day in heaven, Mom, and thanks for the memories.

You not only have it all together now, but you also have it all.

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8 thoughts on “Memories… for Mother’s Day

  1. Oh what a great tribute to our Mom. You summed it up to a “t” and I must say spot on. Thank you for posting this, which will be forwarded to my kids and grand kids so they might have some insights to their roots and a real legend!

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    • I thought later that I should have mentioned learning how to land an airplane to her list of accomplishments. I think that was her idea as much, or more, than Dad’s.

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  2. So wonderful Floyce! I think I heard a few “Good God’s” directed at myself – mainly when I managed to knock over, yet again, another glass of milk. You captured her perfectly, and I thoroughly enjoyed reading this and being reminded of what a force she was. It brought tears to my eyes. Happy Mother’s day to you!

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  3. What a wonderful tribute to your mother, Joyce. Your parents were a good looking couple. Thanks for sharing a look back at your childhood. I love reading your stories. You have a real gift, keep it up! Happy Mother’s Day!!

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