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I forgot to mention how wonderful it was to read Christy and Nikki's write ups as well yesterday. It was.

Ten years ago today my mother passed away. It seems surreal to write it down but there you are.

Kevin Ford tells a funny story of the last time he saw my mom.

I remember as a teen, being at a go-kart track (Prudhommes Landing) with my family. We had a great day, trying out the different rides and having fun with one another.

Mom decided that she would give the go-karts a go when we did and we were quite impressed with this. Mom had never driven anything bigger then a Tonka truck up to this point as far as my memory went so you can imagine the incredible speeds that she must of reached on this day!Anyway Dad,Kathy, Pat and I were standing outside the fence (our turns having long been over) as we waited for Mom.

We waited.

And we waited.

...

Finally Mom puttered into the pit stop and went to get up.

She tried to the left

then she tried to the right

then the left.

Then Mom knew there was no way she was getting out of that little cart without help.

"Bob,Bob,Bo, I can't get out" "Bob,Bob,Bob,Bob, I can't get out " Bob......

This was done very loudly as Mom was starting to worry that she was never leaving the cart. Her children were no help, once Mom started with "Bob, Bob.." We hung our heads and pretended we didn't know who the crazy lady was getting all the stares from ALL the other people present. Enmasse we walked away admiring the sights as he who was and is Bob did his husbandly duty and extracted our dear mother from her prison.

I don't recall what she said to us later but I know that she left the driving to Dad.

Rob

Comments

Kathleen said…
My sides hurt!! You forgot to mention Dad saying "oh hell.....alot of help you guys are" Of coarse we were laughing so hard by this point there was no way we could have moved her!!
9 February 2007 at 14:20
patdean said…
Hey all I can say is I was all of 12 years old, had a broken wrist, and barely weighed a buck five.

There was little I could do.
9 February 2007 at 14:47
robbyblogger said…
When I was twelve we lived in Belleville and I had to tunnel in the snow uphill to school and my ELEVEN year old sister had to tunnel home.And this was in the spring . We took turns fending off the wolves so the other could dig. While Pat lived in luxury at Aunt Lorretto Ann's Motor Otel, His mother pampering him, loving him and when she needed him most he runs off with his siblings WHO WERE EXTREMELY EMBARRASSED.
Broken wrist... what a wimp.

Poor Mom
9 February 2007 at 17:13
David B said…
Oh Man - You've set a new bar for blog posts. We may have to change the settings on this blog so that it's not public. Some of the memories I'd like to share should be kept in the family...

:)
10 February 2007 at 19:38
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