CHARACTER OF A MOUNTAIN LADY

My father decided early on that four children weren’t worth his time, so off he went in search of greener pastures, softer women, shiny cars, etc., etc.

My mother was then faced with the insurmountable task of raising two boys and two girls (one suffering from severe diabetes) quiet alone in a time before all of the “support” commonplace in this day and age.

The courts forced my “father” to do right by us. He begrudgingly sent fifteen, that’s right fifteen dollars per child per week to my mother. She supplemented that with a night shift job that paid three dollars an hour. Our baby sister’s medical needs ate up a great portion of that.

We lived in an old mobile home on a rented lot. The floor was collapsing in several places and the electricity worked in only a few outlets, extension cords crossed the floor like strands of yarn. The kerosene furnace seldom worked; many a winter’s nights were spent under quilts on the living room floor while we took turns waving heat from an open oven with a piece of cardboard. Some nights so cold we placed an old hairdryer under the blankets to keep my little sister’s feet warm, (a problem with diabetes). Broken windows were sealed with sheet plastic and tape, while leaky doors were sealed with rags and towels.

Looking back, I am awestruck by her courage and force of sheer will. There were no monthly checks, no Government assistance, and no help with rent or utilities. She did it all and did it against all odds. In a time when divorce was viewed with indifference by some and disgust by others, she persevered.

The pressure seemed to roll off her “like water off a duck’s back,” but as an adult and a parent, I now understand the pressures she was under, and she worked fervently to keep us blind to the reality. One of the very few times we caught even a glimpse of that pressure is burned forever in my memory.

She drove us to Huston Sellers grocery store one evening, we waited in the car as she went in. Money was short as usual, so she bought what we needed on “credit,” another little fact she kept hidden from us kids. I watched as she walked out, then stopped just a few feet from the door, there she wobbled a bit, and we stared in horror as she collapsed on the sidewalk. That evening I saw the ugly result of the weight she was bearing. Nowadays when I hear the term “white privilege” I shake my head.

We survived that period in our lives as a family… yes, we had our problems like everyone else. But she forged a family in amidst the turmoil. Time (as it does) moves on, and we’re still close, though not as close as we once were, (another effect of time). Hemingway said, “We’re stronger in the broken places,” I am forced to agree. There is an unfortunate side effect to that strength, those broken places are left with a scare, a callus. That “suck it up” attitude, or “whether you think you can, or can’t, you’re probably right” thinking is strong in our clan, we know no other way.

Some tell me that I don’t take this Cancer of mine seriously enough. It’s bad and it’s spreading all the time. Why ain’t you freaking out? they ask. Ain’t you afraid of dying? So on and so on. Well…yes… yes to all the above. But faith and Fear can’t live in the same house, that lesson comes from her. I gotta admit, were it not for those lessons I would have imploded long ago.

We are blessed, Mom is still with us. She will be 80 years of age this June, and still full of piss and vinegar. In the book series, I modeled the main character’s mother after my own. In the pages, you’ll get a glimpse of life for some of the mountain’s poorest. I hope you’re impressed by their strength of character and perseverance of spirit.

That’s what this article is about, “ Mother’s Day,” and I celebrate my mother, I believe she has done one hell of a job.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY MA, you deserve it.

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  1. I’m gonna do something odd here and comment on my own post, instead of editing. I stated in the post ” mom shielded us from the realities of our situation. Here my friends is the proof. Mom called me after reading this and filled me in on one of her secrets. There is an old saying ” It takes a village to raise a child.” She told me how anonymous town folk would from time to time pay our Light bill or Water bill. I just found out about this, Lake City Tn. was the town, and I would like to offer a humble Thank You to those folk from the bottom of my heart. It truly does take a village.

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  2. It was so nice to read about your mom. I had a mom very much like yours and also wrote about her this week too. I am glad to meet another Appalachian writer and I hope we can stay in touch through the Blogs… Happy Fathers Day to your mom she deserves it.

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    1. Thank you so much and I’m honored to meet you. I am a little embarrassed to admit it, but I’ve been “stalking” your posts for a while. I love your stories, I wish I had the talent that you have. We are so blessed to have our Appalachian roots, it’s about time we shared with the world.

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