This week the Mr. and I went OVER THE HILLS AND TO THE WOODS TO GRANDMOTHERS HOUSE...
It takes about 5 hours to go from the deep Piney Woods of East Texas to the rolling Hill Country of Central Texas.
When the Mr. first met my Mom it was at her 80th birthday celebration at my Bros house, and he never dreamed 16 years later (Oct. 29) he would still be making that long ol drive, as he calls it.
We never know what to expect when we get to her house. She is quite a character, and refuses to get old. She had been canning since June and several rooms were full of boxes of canned tomatoes, pickles, chow-chow, okra and beets. She always acts like I have interrupted her, and says she will rest for awhile just because I will be there for a few days. But as soon as I leave she'll go back to work.
My husband thinks, she is afraid to sit down, or she'll never get back up. Who knows? When she is sitting she is always picking out pecans or kicking her legs. Never still.....She's always been like that tho.
For dinner (she cooks for the elderly) she had fixed fried chicken, gravy, butter beans, a huge salad, fresh green beans, home made rolls, and a huge coconut cake..Whow!..
Now I know everyones Mother fries the best chicken, but I swear, MY MOM does fry the best chicken, and makes the best butter beans. The meal was awesome.
After several days of her breakfast of Pancakes and Bacon and fried eggs, My husband was ready to go back to the heart specialist I know.
He is such a good sport about the whole thing, and I love him for it.
My Mom has to work the puzzles (loves the Sudoku especially, and has many books of them) each morning before she will so much as talk to you. She sleeps in the den in her chair, so our comings and goings depends on her routine. We always bring alot of reading material, and she has my husband a tv in our bedroom. I also bring a coffee pot, cups etc.
We walked three miles each evening. Her little community and the one three miles away have a wonderful paved path that is lighted and has benches, and just made for anyone who eats at my Moms.....We were so thankful for it.
On our way home, I reflected on another trip to my Moms. 42 years I've been making the trip. Did I really grow up there? It is so hard to remember sometimes. Each trip means more to me than the last, and I can say this one was good. My Mom called me Uncle Minor (one of Dads brothers, she hated) only twice.
