Mothers are the grandest people around
They come in all sizes and shapes
But they have to be giants
To carry the weight of being a Mother
Her head swells up
When we win first place
We look up and see
A big smile on her face
Her shoulders are bigger than ever
To which we have shed many tears
And she was always ready
To comfort our many fears
Her heart is enormous
When we need a friend
She’s always willing
To lend a helping hand
Her feet get tired
From working all day
But she doesn’t mind
Because that’s just her way
But most of all
Her lap is big and strong
For all of her children
To lie upon.
-Jimmie Fay Holmes
I was born on Berry Mountain in 1935. Times were lean. We didn’t have a car. There wasn’t a church on the mountain. I remember being in a closet with my mom, with her praying for God to move us so we could go to church. It happened and we moved to the Snead area and started to church at the Mt. Zion church down by the creek. It was a great church with great singing. Revivals would go for weeks. Young people would walk together for the services. I used to walk early and build a fire in the pot-bellied heater.
My mother made demands on me. If I got a whipping in school, I would get another at home. I didn’t get one. It kept me from drinking and smoking. I never cursed. I’m thankful I had a great mom.
-Jerrel W. King
When someone speaks of my mom (Wanda Box), in my mind I think of someone that is fearless, humble, and strong-willed. My mother worked countless hours as a nurse during my childhood. I grew up in the nursing home visiting the elderly. As I got into high school, she continued her nursing career. As she had more free time, her house became a home to all my friends. She opened her home to several of my friends. Now I am living on my own and she has adopted her grandchildren (my nephews). My mom taught me that family is not always DNA. My mom rocks!
-Hannah Beth Pelt
A precious jewel
When we think of precious jewels we usually are thinking of diamonds, opals, sapphires, etc. But let me tell you about one special “precious jewel.” That’s my 92-year-old mother (grandmother, great-grand, great-great-grand). Her name is Dean Layfield and she is a beautiful (inside and out) woman that I respect more than I can say. She has shown to her family and friends, even strangers sometimes, just how loving and kind she really is.
Words that I think of when I think of Mama are strong, soft, caring, independent, talented, stubborn (oops), and smart just to share a few. She had to be a strong woman; she raised three daughters who were cheerleaders and involved in school activities galore. That had to be a challenge!
Her Christian stance has been strong, yet subtle, and she is still in church on Sunday. Living alone since my daddy died I think has given her more strength and courage. She still climbs a ladder to do small tasks around her home (if we are not looking) and she will “shop til she drops” for those stylish clothes she wears. She enjoys her computer, playing canasta, dominoes and other games.
I would consider myself blessed if I could be half the woman my mother is for she is a true jewel.
No ordinary mom
My mom is no ordinary mom; she’s my hero! She works 100 hours every two weeks to provide for our family. She is the strongest woman I know and doesn’t let anyone or anything stand in her way. When I think about being a wife and mother, I only hope that I’m half the woman my mom is to me and my family.
Ogeeda Aniton of Oneonta is extremely proud of her children and their spouses. Son Michael Ray Aniton is married to Jeanne, who is originally from Chicago. Both graduated from Ohio State University and they now live in Marietta, Ga. Jeanne is the executive director of corporate accounts with Wolters Kluwer Lien Solutions. She was featured in the November/December 2017 issue of Equipment Leasing & Financing magazine. Michael and Jeanne have one son, Michael Jr. He and his wife Megan are both prosecuting attorneys in Washington, D.C. They have one daughter, Piper.
Ogeeda is also proud of her son William Jr. who is the director of auditing and underwriting with SCOAR in Charlotte, N.C.
A picture is worth a thousand words
This is one of my favorite pictures of my mom (Brenda Wester). Even though you can’t see her face well, I know the look that’s on it. She is looking at my little sister here, but I can see that look of love and adoration on her face today when she looks at her children and grandchildren. We all say our mom is the best, and we all speak the truth. My mom is one of the strongest and yet most gentle women I know. My dad worked out-of-state for many years, so she was a stay-at-home mom to me, my younger brother, and my younger sister. She was incredible! We all played sports and never missed practice or a game. She helped with homework, sewed clothes, taught us to cook, made us do chores, and just seemed to be able to do anything. I have wonderful memories and some great stories (ask me about “the deviled egg incident”) and I am lucky that my children are making wonderful memories with their Meemaw. I love you Momma, more than you will ever know!