|Moomer & YumaBev|
When Moomer (a nickname we called my Mom) went into labor with me, it was 2 pm and she was baking cookies for a boy scout meeting. She calmly finished baking the cookies, made Kool-Aid, arranged a sitter for the younger two kids, took the cookies and drinks to the Den Mother and asked her to keep the older two kids for awhile, then drove to the base, picked up Dad and went to the hospital. I was born at 4:44 pm. She said she had done it four times before, so it was no big deal.
It was the same with the accidents. When I was 13, I saw my brother get hit by a car and yelled "David just got hit by a car". This was Moomer's very calm reply: "Call the ambulance (911 wasn't invented yet), then go down the street and ask Mr. G to please come over, and then come back and help me." It was as if she was reciting chores. She told Mr G what to do and then told me to calm down the driver (a 16 year old). The police and ambulances showed up and the trouble started. The car was in the county but
David landed in the city, the center line in the road was the divider. The police started arguing as to who had jurisdiction and who should do what. That got my Mom mad and in a drill sergeant voice, Moomer ordered Mr G and one of the paramedics to move David to our driveway (county) and then she told the city cops and ambulance to get the hell out of there! David had a broken leg but he was fine. No big deal.
|Ambulances filled our street|
Both Dad and Moomer liked to enter contests and often they won. The DJ on the radio would be whooping and hollering and Moomer would say "that's nice" about the prize. Dad hit the lottery for several thousands of dollars and barely broke a smile. It was no big deal.
When my first husband died in a car crash when I was 23, they said "everything will be fine" and pretended it was no big deal. When Moomer was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer a few months later, it was no big deal, she said, I'll always be with you. A few years later I married my wonderful husband and everything WAS fine and Moomer IS with me everyday in my heart, so, when I got diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease at the age of 47, it really was NO BIG DEAL!
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