This post is dedicated to my mom who will be 84 this week. To all she touches, she is our mother, grandmother, sister, neighbor, chef (still cooking for her family) and friend. One of the wisest woman you’ll ever meet.
How can I begin to tell you what my life has been like with such a wonderful woman, like my mom, guiding me all these years. Being the youngest of 5 siblings (4 girls, 1 boy), I may have been a bit more free wild growing up in the 60’s and in my teens in the 70’s.
My mom, Georgette, came to America, from the Middle East, with no education at all and not knowing one word of English and 14 years younger than my dad. She was a stranger in a strange land. My dad always related their life to the song sung by Tony Bennett, “Stranger in Paradise”.. and it was. That song can be emotional for me; especially since my dad has passed (10 years ago).
You see, my dad (Fred) came to America, also from the Middle East, when he was 11 years old. He went back to Syria at the age of 32 to choose (yes, choose) a wife going door to door (yes, “door to door”) over a ten month period of time visiting many families with single daughters. I remember him telling me that if he wasn’t interested in the women, he would jingle his car keys to give the signal to his friend, who accompanied him, that is was time to leave. At the end of his search, he chose my mom. They married in Syria, then mom left her mother and siblings behind to find a better life.
If you’d like to see the handmade journal I did about my dad’s life journey, click here.
Dad brought her back to the USA to live with him and his family (his 6 siblings… I know). She inherited 2 brothers in law and 4 sisters in law. With no English to be spoken, she was a stranger indeed.
After 15 years and having 5 children of her own, we moved to a home of our own. I was 2. Even in our own home, mom was the go to person. She did all the holiday parties at our house, did all the cooking.. gosh, I don’ t how she really did it, feeding a family of 7 every night.. I can’t hardly keep up with 4.
As my mom reaches yet another birthday year, we are truly blessed to have this strong woman still in our lives. She always tells me how proud she is of all 5 of the kids, but we are more proud of her.
Thanks, Mom and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
All My Love,
Judy (aka #5)