Nova Scotia | Posted by Jannie on 9 May 2010 @ 12:05 AM 39 Comments
Some still here with us
Others passed on
Each of them sweeter
Than a favorite song.
“When somebody loves you…”
“Little Brown Jug”
Late August roses
& rice pudding love.
Wind in the wheat fields
Sun on the sea
Each mother with us
(end of jannie-on-the-spot poem)
Happy Mothers’ Day, everyone!! And I do mean EVERYone – gals, guys, pets, plants. Rocks. Gems. Minerals. Is a gem also a mineral?
But wait – the photo! Kelly was 5 weeks old in Canada. Ann, Jim’s mom, was 95. She passed on at the age of 97.
The other lady up there is my mom, still very much alive and cooking.
And boy — can she!!! Beef stew, chicken soup and rice pudding like you would NOT believe!
She’s not much into making wine or beer, but I more than forgive her for that — there’s a liquor store just down the road from Her & Dad’s.
And Jim’s mom — oh my dear heavenly Lord — she made a rice pudding that rivaled the gods’. I kid thee freaking not!
Do you like rice pudding??
And Frank Sinatra?
Do you like the thought of Frank Sinatra making and / or eating rice pudding? Or flinging spoonfuls of it into the audience?
(Okay, maybe that’s a little much on flinging it.)
Of course, Frank’s no longer in this realm, but he just might be up there with the angels cooking up a rice pudding storm.
And singing this song to Ann, her favorite.
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