Remembering Mama–
By Debra DuPree Williams @DDuPreeWilliams
I’ve written a couple of blog posts that featured my daddy. But, obviously, I also had a mother. Now you may say that your mother is or was one-of-a-kind, but my mother, Dot, wasn’t. She had an identical twin, my Aunt Doris. But even though she had someone on earth who looked exactly like her, Mama was definitely her own person.
Mama on the left with Hemerocallis Garden Club Ladies, 1960s |
If she wasn’t having the garden club Christmas party, she was having her Sunday school party. If it wasn’t that, then it was her business women’s club. Every time we turned around, there was one group or another of ladies, coming and going. One of her favorite things to make were little finger sandwiches with the cream cheese colored to match her theme of the day. Red and green at Christmas, blue and yellow for Easter. This may seem a little bland compared to the nachos and buffalo wings so popular today, but back in the fifties and sixties, those little sandwiches were a must-have at any decent hostess’s party. Oh, they never, ever had a crust. Ever.
One of Mama’s Table-Top Creations |
Table Top Decor
Of course, the food had to be displayed properly. This is when Mama pulled out all the stops and
turned our simple kitchen table into an artistic display worthy of Martha Stewart. In fact, after Mama’s death, my sister and I dubbed her,“The Martha Stewart of the South.” She could turn the ordinary into something special. The display at the left is made from our everyday, wooden salad bowls, filled with a variety of nuts. She then took Christmas greenery, small Christmas ornaments, and long skinny candles. All of this was arranged with Christmas greenery in the shape of a star.
Mary and Martha
Mama reminded me of Martha. Remember in Luke 10:38-42, Martha was scurrying around trying to prepare her home and the foods for Jesus while Mary only wanted to sit at His feet and learn from the Master. I have no doubt that Mama would have been able to pull off both. She would have had things ready for any surprise visitors long before Jesus knocked on her door. She could have served but listened, too. Yes, Mama was a Martha, but she was a Mary, also.
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