Showing posts with label Ruth Ann. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ruth Ann. Show all posts

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Mama's Confirmation trip


It's been a really busy summer. We got Sarah off to OSU right after school let out, followed immediately by our Orlando trip. Emily and I were at Day Camp for a week after our return, so we were all really looking forward to three weeks of down time before our big Hawaii trip. Lo and behold, out of the blue, came a call from Mama that led me to fit a trip to Mobile into the mix!

It seems that my mother, after 61 years of marriage to my Catholic father, and after having raised four Catholic children, has decided to convert to Catholicism. She's been going to church with Daddy a lot, and has become really comfortable in the parish community and close to a lot of the parishioners. She likes Father Tokarz and his teaching and has decided that this is where she wants to be.

So, a date was set and my plane tickets purchased. Luckily, Mama allowed me to help her choose a date that would fit in with  my availability. I'd hate to have missed this occasion...



She asked Ruth Ann to act as her sponsor, a very appropriate choice. Ruth Ann is, after all, probably the most active Catholic of all four children. (An understatement, perhaps?)  She chose St. Margaret of Scotland as her confirmation name.

 

I asked if I could sing the "Ave Maria" during the service. I felt that would be an appropriate gift for my mother, and meaningful to us both. I met with the organist beforehand, and felt comfortable with his accompaniment. Fr. Tokarz placed my song at the Offertory, a last minute change, but appropriate. I was happy overall with my performance. Mama seemed very pleased.

The actual Confirmation was next in the order of the Mass. Fr. Tokarz got a little carried away with the anointing - Mama had oil all over her face - but it was a touching ceremony, and Mama answered all the questions correctly. Whew! Ruth Ann led the recessional hymn, "Amazing Grace", one of Mama's favorite hymns. Kind of a nice way of including her past religious experience with the new.

  

After Mass, we held a reception at the house. We estimated later that about 40 or so people attended, but it never seemed crowded. Pollman's catered most of the food: meat and cheese platters, rolls, chicken salad, and petit fours. Mama baked her famous chocolate sheet cake, Ruth Ann contributed a cheese ball, Megan made spinach dip, and I prepared a wild rice salad. Rounded off with champagne and mimosas, everything  was a big hit. I was surprised at how popular my salad was; I gave away eight recipes before the night was over!

I especially enjoyed seeing and visiting with family members at the reception. Aunt Beverly, Corinne, and Fred, Jr. were there. I've not talked with Fred before, and was especially impressed with his personable and intelligent conversational ability. It was fun to catch up with my cousin, Sharon, too, and with nephews Matthew and Justin. (We bonded over cleaning up spilled wine on the carpet in Nana's room - shh!) It's unusual to have the whole of our family together, so it was the perfect time for a family photo.



While in Mobile, I squeezed in a quick trip to the beach. Susan, always generous with her beach house, arranged her schedule so we could have a full day and two nights at Dauphin Island. It was lovely taking in the sand and warm waters of the Gulf. Perfect conditions at the beach meant bath-water temps, a gentle breeze, a beach practically to ourselves, calm waves, and no undertow. Heaven!



Back at the beach house, we played two games of Scrabble (both of which Susan won!), tasty food, lots of time to catch up, and a dinner at Bailey's for crab claws and West Indies salad. Yum! Having our morning tea on the porch while enjoying the canal view was delightful, too.


A short trip, to be sure, but one I'm glad I made. Next year, we need to get the whole family back for a longer stay. 

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Mama's 80th Birthday


Mama celebrated her 80th birthday on November 15th of this year. After telling her I was unable to make the trip, I surprised her and showed up anyway! It was pretty epic to see her and Daddy's reactions when I walked in the door! But, I'm getting ahead of myself. First, there was the trip to the airport.

I had to leave the house at 4:45 am. Larry was at work, and I didn't want Sarah driving at that hour, so I took myself to the Sunset Transit Center, and left the car in the parking garage for Larry to retrieve later. I swear I fell asleep on the MAX train during the hour's ride to the airport - that's a first! I slept again on the flight from PDX to SFO, and appreciated every moment. Changing flights again in Dallas made for a very long day, but you do what you have to do, right?

In typical fashion, I had to fly in through Gulfport because Mobile's ticket prices are so ridiculously high. I chose not to rent a car because my trip was so quick and I really didn't think I'd need one. That meant, of course, that someone had to come pick me up. Laura volunteered to do the honors, and, after a full day of travel, we headed into Mobile to surprise the parents.

On Airport Blvd., just a few miles from the house, I started hearing a funny noise coming from the front right of the car. "Oh, it just makes that noise sometimes," was Laura's response. But, after slowing down and gradually picking up speed again, I was convinced it was a tire. Moments after Laura's assuring me that the car was not pulling to one side, it indeed started doing just that. Yup, the tire was going flat. We pulled off and took refuge in a well-lighted spot in front of Applebee's, where we assessed the damage - flat as a pancake. What to do? No AAA membership. We couldn't call Daddy; he'd have been minimal help, and we didn't want to spoil the surprise of my arrival. Matthew? Justin? Who knew where they were or what they were doing at 11:00 on a Friday night. Nothing to do but change it ourselves. At least it wasn't raining!

Laura was dubious, but I assured her we could do it. (Thank you, Larry, for insisting I learn how to change the tires on my car...) Alas, we did need help loosening the lug bolts (damn pneumatic bolt tighteners!), and, indeed, received help from a departing Applebee's patron, who was happy to "loosen and leave". After that, we were home free. We got the car jacked up, removed the flat tire, replaced it with the doughnut, jacked it back down, tightened everything back up, and we were done. Girl Power at its finest!












That near-crisis solved, we headed to Mama and Daddy's house. They were so surprised and delighted to see me, it cemented my decision to come in for the occasion, despite the fact that I would be missing Sarah's actual birthday  - for the first time ever. At least I'd be home for her party with her friends.

I spent Saturday doing some shopping - new tires for Laura! - and visiting with everybody. Dinner with the family, including Ruth Ann, then off I went to Daphne to see Tommy and Tricia.

Sunday was party day! Friends and family were invited for Brunch at Courtland's Restaurant in the historic district near Oakleigh. Forty or so people attended, and it was delightful on several fronts. We weren't responsible for any of the preparations, so could just sit back and enjoy; the almost 100% guest attendance proved just how loved Mama is; and the food was really yummy! My shrimp and baked-then-fried grits was pure decadence!
Fay Gold
 
Mama with Marge Kotnick
Mama and Daddy

    

Mama with John Adam and the Brutkiewiczes
Mama with Tommy

Harold Cohen


Pollman's did the cake, of course, and it was a beauty. I seem to be the family's now-traditional cutter of cakes, so I had the dubious honor of mutilating, I mean cutting, the cake.











On the way home, while I was so close by, I stopped and visited briefly with Susan. It was great to see her, even if it was quick. Back home, Mama opened her gifts, and we settled in for a lazy evening. I would be leaving the next day, so this was our last chance to catch up on the latest happenings.


Thankfully, the trip back to Gulfport was uneventful - especially since it was raining by then - and I even had time for lunch with Laura before heading to my flight. The weather made it a bumpy trip home on more than one leg. In fact, I thought I'd lose my dinner on the approach to Portland, but managed to hold it in check. My options for getting home from the airport past midnight were limited. Again, Larry was at work, MAX had made its last run, and Sarah wasn't an option at that hour, so I took a cab. $65 later (!) I collapsed in my bed. So glad we'd arranged for Sarah to get herself and Emily to school that day - I was wasted!


It took me two weeks to recover from that quick trip between three time zones, but I'm so glad I went. Mama will only be 80 once! Happy Birthday, Mama!