“Memories are the key not to the past but to the future.”
Corrie ten Boom
November brings up so many memories of my mom. She loved the cool air and the colors, rust, brown, and deep burgundy. Her birthday and her wedding anniversary are both nestled within November too. November was always, in my mind, her month.
Although she has been gone a few years, her spunky attitude resounds in my heart. I have many, but the one story that always makes me grin and shake my head was when she would shoot her BB gun at our neighbors’ dogs.
We had just moved to St. Louis from our country farm in Bowling Green. I was like a fish out of water; never had I had neighbors and friends to play with, so I just wanted to fit my nine-year-old self into my new life in the suburbs. Dogs and puppies meandered in and out of yards doing their morning thing, but I suppose my mom had a differing viewpoint on this custom.
Aiming her BB gun ever so carefully, POP, she’d pepper the backside of a trespassing puppy. Really Mom? All I wanted to do was make friends and be accepted, but here was my mother shooting at their puppies. The pets were never harmed. In fact, I think she simply pelted the ground just right underneath their backsides. I guess in the 70s it was a bit more tolerated because I don’t recall any repercussions regarding my mom.
Artist and writer, Flavia Weedn, said that, “Each time we embrace a memory, we meet again with those we love…”, and when we tell their stories, they live on. As we release November into our yesterday, the approaching holidays allow oodles of opportunity to bring our missed loved ones into conversations. Tell their stories of the past and as Corrie ten Boom referenced, they forever remain in our present.
I feel my mom with me, pushing me onward. I even reached for the phone twice this month to call her. I guess she was reaching for me too.
I am most grateful for the memories we make.