On my last post I took a short break from my life story to insert a story about my relationship with trees. Now I will continue where I left off with my biography.
We had finally moved to our new home, a small but brand new apartment situated at the outskirts of town. From our back windows we could see a mostly deserted rural road. It was flanked by fields and meadows, In the distance it led to forested hills. My father loved this view especially when there were spectacular sunsets.
My brother and I had a long walk to school along a busy major highway. But we could also take the public transit bus if we were pressed for time.
As you remember, being late was a major offense in our school and we made sure we always were on time.
One morning, i had overslept, because our mother was ill and did not wake us up in time. When I was running down the three flights of stairs I remembered that I had forgotten my bus money. I tried to run up again as fast as I could. Almost there, I slipped and banged my forehead against the stone step. I was bleeding profusely from a wide gap.
My mother frantically called my brother back from the kitchen window and told him to walk with me to an emergency doctor in town since she was not feeling well and could not take me.
My reluctant brother and I walked furtively to town ashamed to be seen by people who could assume we were playing hooky. Skipping school without a major reason was considered almost a crime,
The doctor was the father of one of my classmates. He was very kind and made me feel at ease with his friendly talk. He did not x-ray my head because he thought it could cause more harm in the long run. He stitched up my wound and sent me back home. My brother went to school and I think the principal accepted his excuse for being late. I was more stressed walking through town on a school day than by my injury,
As I mentioned before my mother was very hospitable and enjoyed company. Most of my friends would come to our place to do homework and so did my brother’s friends.
My girlfriends were excited because this way they would have the opportunity to meet some boys. Since I did not have the best relationship with my brother at that time i was not interested in his friends either and could not understand my girlfriends’ attraction to them. I will tell some anecdotes about that time in a later post.
My mother was very popular. She would always provide us with delicious refreshments. Especially the growing boys always had a ravenous appetite.
One hot day my mom did not have any baking to offer, So she opened a jar of canned apricots. She passed them out in little glass bowls, One of the boys kept on staring at the bowl without starting to eat. Finally he handed it back to my mom and said with an apologetic tone in his voice, “Frau Panknin, I really don’t like raw eggs.” Needless to say, we all went into hysterics laughing so hard. His single apricot in the pale juice did look like yolk.
My young-at-heart mom also had a sympathetic ear for all our friends and they would value her advice or feel comforted by her genuine kindness and understanding. I still have contact with a few friends of that time and they still talk fondly of my mother.
Today is Mother’s Day and I will cut my post short to go out into the sunshine to celebrate Life. I wish all the mothers a loving and joyful day. I think mothers will always live in our hearts forever.
I love you forever Mom!
2 thoughts on “Settling into Our New Home My Mom the Beloved Host”
Wieder eine sehr interessante und zu Herzen gehende Erzählung aus deinem Leben,liebe Biene!
Das hätte auch über meine Mutter so geschrieben sein können!
Und wenn ich das so lese,denke ich,auch deine Kinder würden dich genauso liebevoll “schildern” !
Kennst du auch diesen Spruch:
Mütter halten die Hände ihrer Kinder nur für kurze Zeit-ihre Herzen aber ein Leben lang!..?
Das habe ich vor langer Zeit aufgeschrieben und zwischen unsere vielen Familienfotos gehängt!
Ich bin schon auf die Fortsetzung deiner Biographie gespannt!
danke füe all deine lieben Kommentare. Das spornt mich an, wieder mehr zu schreiben.
Der Spruch ist sehr schön. Ich habe ihn vor kurzem auf Facebook gelesen. Du bist ja so eine Supermutti und Oma. Alles Gute von Gertrudbiene.r