Holes in the shape of stars
punched in gray tin, dented,
cheap, beaten by each
of her children with a wooden spoon.
Noodle catcher, spaghetti stopper,
pouring cloudy rain into the sink,
swirling counter clockwise
down the drain, starch slime
on the backside, caught
in the piercings.
Scrubbed for sixty years, packed
and unpacked, the baby’s
helmet during the cold war,
a sinking ship in the bathtub,
little boat of holes.
Dirt scooped in with a plastic
shovel, sifted to make cakes
and castles. Wrestled
from each other’s hands,
its tin feet bent and re-bent.
Bowl daylight fell through
onto freckled faces, noon stars
on the pavement, the universe
we circled aiming jagged stones,
rung bells it caught and held.
~Dorianne Laux “My Mother’s Colander”
Many of my mother’s kitchen things, some over eighty years old, are still packed away in boxes that I haven’t had the time or the emotional wherewithal to open. They sit waiting for me to sort and purge and save and weep. As if I still haven’t wanted to say goodbye after all this time.
But this kitchen item, her old dented metal colander, she gave to me when I moved into my first apartment some 45 years ago – she had purchased a bright green plastic colander at a Tupperware party so the old metal one seemed somehow outdated, overworked and plain. It had held hundreds of pounds of rinsed garden vegetables during my childhood, had drained umpteen pasta noodles, had served as a sifter in our sandbox, and a helmet for many a pretend rocket launch to infinity and beyond.
Dented and battered, it still works fine, thank you very much, for all intended and some unintended purposes. It does make me wonder what other treasures may surprise me when I finally decide to open up my mother’s boxes. She died 15 years ago, but her things remain, as if in suspended animation, to be rediscovered when I’m ready. They wait patiently to be useful to someone again, touched lovingly and with distinct purpose as they once were, and be remembered for the part they played in one woman’s long sacrificial and faith-filled life.
Maybe, just maybe, it will feel like I’ve unpacked Mom once again and maybe this time it will be both hello and goodbye.
To infinity and beyond…
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That poem nails it! God bless the moms, God rest the souls of the moms of all on this post.
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Thank you for this Mother’s Day tribute. I too have precious things from my mothers and grandmothers th
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I have my mother’s tin star-punched colander too. What a lovely memory. Thank you. And Happy Mother’s Day! I so enjoy your blog posts, beautiful photos, poetry, and your thoughts.
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Just lovely.
I have the sugar cookie dough dropper
that my mother used the last years of her life.
She made literally thousands of sugar cookies
and gave them as presents for a variethy of occasions.
She gave them to be sold at relief sales and missonary sales.
I have three teddy bears made by a dear friend of ours.
They were made from the material of her last winter coat.
I have the memory of us going for a ride on snowy winter mornings.
If she felt it neccessary, she put chains on the school bus.
I held the flashlight and gave moral support.
My father was away driving truck.
My mother was a school bus driver respected by all…
the mechanics, the Superintendent, the parents, the students.
My mother was a quiet, gentle, and very kind soul.
I miss her these many years after her passing.
Linda
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I actually have several of my mother’s sugar cookies.
They were in the freezer, when my mother passed.
Mennonite friends preserved them for me
using shellac or something like that.
They still look ready to eat.
They were baked in July of 1989.
My mother was a legendary sugar cookie baker.
Linda
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Lovely Mother’s Day post! Happy Mother’s Day to you. Hugs and smiles.
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amazing!
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sounds like your mom was a versatile and lovely person!
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So wonderful to hear from you! Emily
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Happy Mom’s day, Barb! hope you have a few of yours to celebrate tomorrow! Emily
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