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Memories of Mama on a Sunday morning.

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Mama Conway in the mid 1970's

Mama Conway in the mid 1970’s

My Mama was a Southern Lady. She had a sweet contralto drawl that could soothe & relax. She also had laser green eyes that could freeze me in my tracks. They actually worked until I was almost thirty.

She had an indomitable spirit. She battled & overcame cancer for almost two years. I was blessed to be able to go to Texas to enable her to die in her own home in 1986. How can it possibly be that long? I can’t imagine I’ve survived twenty eight years without her living presence in my life.

I have treasured memories. I can see her laugh until tears rolled down her cheeks. I can hear her scolding tone if I acted out: “Carolyn, don’t be vul-gah!” I especially remember an incident where I described my boss as ‘the wrong end of a horse’ & received the vul-gah remark. I said: “But Mama, I didn’t say anything bad.” She drew herself up to her full height & with a determined tilt to her chin said: “Don’t you think I KNOW what the wrong end of a horse is!”

She was a multi-talented artist in several mediums. I’m blessed to have several of her paintings hanging in my home. There was one of me where she painted me posed in a blue chair when I was about eleven. She had me wear one of her ‘fluffy high heeled mules’ hanging off my right foot.  When people see the painting, they’ll exclaim: “What a great nude!” All that’s showing is the edge of an upper arm & a calf & foot. I’m always surprised when that assumption is made.  I guess it reveals that any vision is ‘in the eye of the beholder’.

She worked for many years as a legal secretary for an attorney in a small Texas town. One story she told was of a woman accused of murdering her husband by stabbing him with an ice pick. In trial, the woman explained: “But it didn’t leave a very big hole!”

Another tale she told was of how she didn’t look overweight sitting behind a desk.  Her upper body was relatively slender, but oh my, what a bountiful booty, a prodigious posterior, a fantastic fanny, humongous heinie, colossal cheeks & a delightful derriere. Her large buttocks sashayed as she walked. That was a sight to behold.

My daughter was only six when her grandmother died & one of her most prominent memories was following behind my mother as she walked. Once she stopped suddenly & my daughter didn’t put the brakes on soon enough so she literally bounced off my mother’s backside. We still giggle about that memory.





Author: carolyninjoy

I’m a happily married, retired mother of two adults & grandmother of four children. Adjusted at last to my move from WA state & all the green trees & abundant moisture to a different beauty of desert mountains in AZ. The winters in the Mojave Desert are bliss, the 127 degree summers are a test. It is a climate change for sure. I’ve learned to bloom where I’m planted. I must remember, plants have roots, people have legs & to use mine! I am an avid reader of almost all genres & usually have a baker’s dozen books being read at the same time. I craft greeting cards & enjoy sharing my creativity with family & friends. I also surf the internet looking for artists, photographs, quotes, etc. for my Joy is a Choice! Choose Joy Moment by Moment webpage. http://www.facebook.com/Joyisachoice I also make online jigsaw puzzles. http://www.facebook.com/Injoyspuzzlesforfun I'm a voracious reader & have started a book review page on facebook. I now have the freedom to read all night long, should I so choose & don't suffer the repercussions since I can nap the following day. It's the best time of my life. The link for InJoyful Book Reviews is: http://www.facebook.com/InJoyfulBookReviews

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