Oh Mama!

In honor of Mothers Day, and because so many of you blog-readers love stories about my mom, here’s a bit of info about her. As you read between the lines, you’ll see how she came to be the colorful person she was.

 

Mom was born at home in 1912, arriving just before Christmas. Because she was due in 1913, she told everyone she wasn’t as old as they thought.

She was born too soon and was unhealthy, so the doctor told her parents not to name her. That way when she died, they wouldn’t be too attached. And so she remained “Baby James” through December and into 1913. By St. Patrick’s Day her father, a full-blooded Irishman, nicknamed her “Pat” after the holiday. He called her that for the rest of his years.

Eventually they officially named her Evelyn Pauline after an older brother, Everett Paul, who died at the age of 8 in a school yard accident.

Growing up during the Great Depression, she learned to squeeze a penny till Lincoln squirmed and made sure we could pinch him, too. She married a shy, 42 year old Swede when she was 29. Unable to wait until he popped the question, she did it herself.

When asked what she wanted as a housewarming gift, she said, “Toys for children who might visit us.” Before she had any of her own kids, though, she made friends with all the neighborhood children, and while in labor with her first baby passed out chocolate chip cookies before heading for the hospital.

After having two little girls born 20 months apart, Mom was expecting a third when she began hemorrhaging and was rushed to the hospital. After being given the wrong blood type from an inaccurately labeled bottle, she nearly died. But God had other plans for Evelyn Pauline Pat James Johnson.

Although doctors cautioned Mom not to become pregnant again, our brother Tom came along on Dad’s 50th birthday, a definite bonus to all of us. To this day I think Mom tricked Dad, since she’d wanted nothing more than a houseful of children. Eventually she got her wish with 17 grandchildren, all local and all in love with their grandma.

Mom viewed children as marvels to be cherished, protected and admired. She never encountered a child she didn’t approve of and although she rubbed off on them, her greatest joy came when they rubbed off on her.

She also loved music and practiced piano daily. In her teens she taught lessons, in her thirties played the four-keyboard organ for Moody Church, and in her prime accompanied enough weddings and funerals to put us through college, although she gave the money back to the bride instead.

Mom memorized entire books of the Bible, taught high school Sunday school for decades and conducted in-home Bible studies throughout her married life. But she also loved a good practical joke and made good use of her whoopee cushion, plastic vomit and artificial dog poop. No wonder kids loved her.

Dad used to say Mom was a risk-taker. Tomorrow I’ll tell you a story that proves it.

“A cheerful heart is good medicine.” (Proverbs 17:22)

9 thoughts on “Oh Mama!

  1. Honestly, what a blessing she was. Her legacy lives on today through many of us who knew and loved her.

  2. Loved reading these last two posts about your mom, Margaret. She was one of my Sunday School teachers at Moody, and helped me along the way in other areas too. Such an effervescent spirit! Thanks for the memories, and Happy Mother’s Day to you!

  3. So wish I could have known her. What a treasure! Look forward to tomorrows blog! Happy Mothers Day!

  4. Thanks for putting a smile on my face on this dreary day in Michigan. Love the pictures of your mom. She was an amazing woman.
    Hugs, Judy

  5. Your Mom and my Mom born early and neither supposed to live. Oh what joy they brought to us and this world, and I’m sure are continuing to this day in Heaven. I’m so glad that God had a different plan than the doctors.

  6. I still miss her; her infectious laugh, her twinkling eyes, her serious side…all left a positive influence on me, these many years.

  7. Oh! God broke the mold when He created Aunt Pat!! There will never be anyone else like her. The mere thought of her makes me smile, acutally makes me laugh out loud with delight at who she was – and is! I miss her. Heaven is indeed a lively place with her there. What an exceptional, wonderful woman she was.

  8. Thanks for writing about your Incredible Mom yesterday and today. She was so unique – I’ve never met anyone who came close to her.

  9. I don’t remember hearing before where the Pat in Aunt Pat came from! I thought she used it because it was such an easy name for little kids to say.