The rain is beating on our metal patio roof here in Cramer Hill and I’m thinking about what should I write? What’s on my mind this quiet morning in Camden? Maybe it’s how can I believe that my mom turned ninety-one? That happened so fast.
I thought time would slow down in retirement and it has slowed down somewhat, but it didn’t stop. It didn’t reverse and I haven’t woken up and found myself twenty-five, nor thirty-five, nor forty-five, etc. (Sixty-five!) Oh, boy! It’s corny, but time marches on–although it marches a bit more slowly than the much, much brisker march when I taught school. No slow marches in a teacher’s day.
My mom’s elder life marches much more slowly. It took a while to persuade her to cut short her nap to attend her party, but she got out of bed after much coaxing, left the house dressed up and looked forward to her special day.
We celebrated my mother’s birthday at Carollo’s Pizzeria and Restaurant in Pennsauken because the service is friendly, the food is good and the entrance is accessible for my mom who needs help walking. There we were–four generations of women all together at Carollo’s–my mom, me, Kim and Nora–all strong-minded women–in the very best sense, of course—along with family and friends.
Our dear little baby loved my mother’s birthday tiara and she loved my mom’s nose, too. She gave my mom’s nose a little squeeze as a gift that only a girl almost five months old could give a great-grandmom.
My Cousin Kathy brought a pumpkin pie to add to the birthday cake and that pie pleased my mom no end. “I’ll have a slice of both,” said my mother calmly and she did.
Love from Marguerite (Wunsch) Ferra and wishing all of you a happy day and a happy year.
Thanks to the people who sent my mom cards and sent her electronic birthday wishes. She enjoyed them very much.