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Image: rawpixel.com My post two weeks ago honoring my mom , Anna Margaret Kozlina Gilbride (1937-2010), encouraged others who knew Mom to comment with their memories of her. Readers responded on my Facebook page (where I share my posts weekly), with comments that were heartfelt, fun, and even surprising. Relatives and even an old neighbor from our Willowick, Ohio, neighborhood chimed in with a recollection that had me saying, "Oh yes! I remember that now, too. " 1 By cousin Becky was the first to write, "I loved Aunt Marge so much! I really loved hearing my mom on the phone with your mom. Sometimes they’d talk and laugh for hours. I always loved going to visit her. I loved her Christmas cookies. So many good memories." Yes, our moms did talk on the phone, sometimes for hours on end. Laughter would bubble up into my second-floor bedroom from the first floor kitchen where Mom was on the phone. My Aunt Margaret, Becky's mom, and my mom had been fast friends for ...

Plenty


It's family story time again. 

Many years ago, our daughter Anne drew this picture of herself, me, and her brother James. Apparently we were on a grocery shopping trip, and this I know by the thought bubble above my head which reads, "Wow! 5% off those fish fillets!" I am not quite sure if our daughter was dragging me to frozen food section or somewhere else. And poor James, toddling behind, hoping to catch whatever it was I was carrying. After all these years, I still find this image hysterical. 

Five percent off fish fillets. 


What struck me is that this is how our daughter saw me—now permanently enshrined in artwork!

To be fair, I am by nature frugal. That comes from being raised by a mom who had to pinch pennies in a one-income, five-mouths-to-feed family. There were food stamps and government surplus cheese from time to time when she was laid off from her factory job. 

My frugality also comes from watching my grandmother bring goodies to our house from various sales and clearances. A child of immigrants, Grandma knew how to scrimp and save and find a bargain. How to mend things, stretch supplies, and make do. How to find uses for things others might toss aside. These two women, in turn, taught me these essentials. 

I don't regret being that penny-pinching mom our daughter saw. Oh, there were some lean times, and times when my early lack of good money management meant I was raiding the penny pot to make it to payday without completely blowing our household budget, or my husband's patience.

I do cherish this vision of our early family life. It reminds me that while there might have been tight times, we always, always had plenty. Plenty of love. Plenty of laughs. A roof over our heads, warm beds to sleep in, food on the table, clothes on our backs. And so much more.

Then and now, I have two kids I cherish.

And a husband I love.

Plenty.

 

Until next time...Happy Thanksgiving. 

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    1. And Happy Thanksgiving (a little late) to you as well. Clearly we are related on my Mom's side - I'd love to know how we are connected. Thanks for reading!

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