She was born on Christmas Day. After the Christmas Eve midnight service, the choir came to sing outside the window when my mom was born. Isn’t that beautiful? So I started thinking about her birthday the other day. How old was she going to be this year? 85?!?! I quickly emailed my sibs to make sure I had done the math right. Yup! This was a special year and we needed to do something. A surprise party was in the works.
As is normal for my family, we immediately formed the famous “Flying Wedge”. A flying wedge is the metaphorical position we take as a family when one of is in need. We had to get together to celebrate our mother’s birthday. Annie bought a ticket the very next day from California. Although leaving for Pittsburgh on the Monday after the party, Susan adjusted her plans so she could be there on Saturday. Jane made sure Mom had her hair done at Madam Moizelles. David made sure he was home from a business trip the night before. Laura gathered her five kids and drove the three and half hours to Columbia. I bought a ham.
I had called my mom Saturday morning to see if I could come down to hang out with her. I walked in the house first. Then Annie. Mom was totally surprised to see her! Then in walked my family with their arms loaded with bags of food, folding tables and chairs. My mom knew then that more was to come! She’s smart like that.
We knew that if we had told her two weeks ago what was going down, she would have exhausted herself with lists and preparations. This way, she could still help set everything up, but only have to fret and fritter for a short time. In fact, we’re so thoughtful, we let her iron the tablecloth all by herself! (By the way, she loves to iron. She used to iron layers of petticoats, hankies and dad’s undershirts.)
A funny thing happened. I picked up Annie from the airport the day before and brought her back to my house. Putting aside how tired she must have been with the travel, Annie and I got to work. We decided to bake a gluten-free carrot cake. One cake didn’t look like it could feed the 20 or so people that were going to be there, so we made two. We get to Grandmas and she has a cake sitting there on her counter…a gluten-free carrot cake!!!
David’s cast was signed. How did he break it, you ask? Well let’s start off by saying, he’s a 13 year old boy. He was raking the leaves in his yard and made a big pile. So what else would one do, but jump in, of course! Well, he decided after jumping into the pile from about 20 feet up a tree, it was so much fun, he would do it again. Oops!
The next thing we know, everyone is hooked up with this trivia game, playing against one another. Grandma was using her vast trivia knowledge to help the younger guys. She is a master NY Times crossword player. This gal is sharp!
Our Mom and Dad had six absolutely amazing children, shown with red background circles. Those six children gave Mom and Dad 19 healthy, smart, beautiful grandchildren, shown in blue. And now, the fourth generation is growing with the start of six sweet adorable great-grand children, shown in cream. The loving spouses of family members are there in a striped background. Pretty amazing!
Then the sibs. Geez. You would think gathering six adults would be easy. It takes some work. Shift to the left. Shift to the right. (Stand up, sit down Fight fight fight! Ok, so I got sidetracked.) Birth order. Center on the window. Fix the curtain….
Thanks for dropping by! Wishing you a very Merry Christmas!