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The Question and Answers Session
Copyright (c) 1994, Joe DeRouen
All rights reserved
Each month, we'll ask a (hopefully) interesting question to users on
various nets and BBS's across the world and include the best answers
we get in this column.
This month's question: "What are the best memories you have growing up
of your mother?"
The original message and responses are reproduced here in their
entirety, (Minus some quoting of the original question) with the
permission of the people involved.
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Number : 123 of 123 Date : 04/16/94 01:05
Reply To: 122
Confer : STTS On-Line Magazine
From : Heather Derouen
To : Joe Derouen
Subject : May 1994
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The best memories I have of my mother are when she was working 6:00p.m.
to 2:00 a.m. shift. She'd call at her dinner break and ask me if I
wanted her to wake me up when she got home. If I did, she'd wake me
up, and we'd go to the tennis courts at the park around the corner from
where we lived and play tennis until the sun started coming up. Then
we'd sit and watch the sun rise and visit, and then go home and go back
to sleep. In all my life, she's always taught me to not be afraid of
trying new things or of what people thought about me. I don't think I
really appreciated these lessons until I became an adult, but they are
probably among the most valuable lessons I've ever learned.
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Number : 1651 of 1651 Date : 04/17/94 09:29
Reply To: 1650
Confer : STTS Mag <P&BNet> <P&BNet>
From : Marty Weiss
To : Joe Derouen
Subject : May 1994
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With a lifetime of memories from which to select, here is one
little one.
My mother worked at a candy factory much closer to our
apartment than the grade school I attended. Each day, when I
walked the two miles home for lunch, my mother had already been
there and returned to work. On the kitchen table, would be a
sandwich, a bowl of soup and a cup of tea or hot chocolate. Both
the bowl and the cup would each have a saucer covering them
to keep the contents warm.
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Number : 1653 of 1653 Date : 04/17/94 18:45
Reply To: 1650
Confer : STTS Mag <P&BNet> <P&BNet>
From : Lyn Rust
To : Joe Derouen
Subject : May 1994
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The day I left home four days after I'd turned 18, the age of
legal majority in the state we were living in at the time.
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Number : 1129 of 1130 Date: 04/17/94 16:06
Confer : Poetry & Prose <WME>
From : Amanda Wright
To : Joe Derouen
Subject : May 1994
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I don't know yet, because i'm still a kid.
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Number : 124 of 124 Date : 04/19/94 23:08
Reply To: 122
Confer : STTS On-Line Magazine
From : Terry Ingram
To : Joe Derouen
Subject : May 1994
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The most vivid images of my mother in the late '40,s
and early '50,s was when she read to me a series of
Edgar Rice Burrough's novels beginning with TARZAN
THE APEMAN while I was convalescing from various
childhood illnesses.
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Number : 125 of 127 Date : 04/21/94 07:26
Reply To: 122
Confer : STTS On-Line Magazine
From : Travis Jones
To : Joe Derouen
Subject : May 1994
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well what i really rember most was the way she could always make me
feel really guilty, either by her evil looks she could give or the way
she would just slap my face.
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Number : 127 of 127 Date : 04/21/94 09:43
Reply To: 122
Confer : STTS On-Line Magazine
From : Becky Bullock
To : Joe Derouen
Subject : May 1994
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I remember alot about my step-mother . She was good to all of us .
There were 5 of us kids total . But she had lots of problems with my
two step-brothers they both were brats and druggies and always caused
problems. Other the other hand my step-sisters and were pretty good .
We did get into trouble. My step-mother is the best mom that I could
ever dream of and I love her dearly today.
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Number : 96 of 96 Date : 04/19/94 05:05
Confer : STTS Mag <RIME> <RIME>
From : Dean Deleon
To : Joe Derouen
Subject : May 1994
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The way she smelled when she kissed and hugged me good-bye just before I
got onto a plane headed for Auckland, New Zealand.
Dean
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Number : 128 of 128 Date : 04/22/94 14:52
Reply To: 122
Confer : STTS On-Line Magazine
From : Jason Malandro
To : Joe Derouen
Subject : May 1994
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Joe,
The best memories I have of my mom are when I was little - say, 6 or 7
- and she would take me to school every day. She didn't work back
then, and we always talked all the way to school and all the way back,
when she picked me up. She died a few years back, and those are the
times I always look back to when I'm sad or missing her.
Jason
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Number : 129 of 129 Date : 04/26/94 00:17
Reply To: 122
Confer : STTS On-Line Magazine
From : Andrew Deignan
To : Joe Derouen
Subject : May 1994
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The Best Memories i have of growing up with my mother..have always been
the days when i was sick and she was there for me
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We received a lot of replies this month. Good or bad, everyone had a
mother. Our memories may not always be good - in some cases, we have no
memories at all - but by our very essence of existence we all had
mothers. Everyone seemed to have something to say on the subject, too.
Here's my two cents worth:
What I remember most about my mother isn't the bad things - though there
was a lot of that. I remember the afternoons spent playing chess (I
always won!), her taking care of me when I nearly died of menangetis, I
remember her crying and telling me goodbye as I left home to move to
Texas. I remember times spent goofing off, playing with her and my
sister, and just being around the house. My mother lives in Oregon now
- a few thousand miles from Texas. I rarely see her. Memories are
nice, and a conduit to those memories - my mother herself - are only a
phone call away.
Ah well. See you next month!