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Mothers and Magnets
The list of things that mothers do for children is very, very long. On this Mother’s Day we acknowledge the huge debt we owe to all those patient, caring and self-sacrificing mothers who kept doing the right thing in spite of often getting no thanks in return. Hopefully you will be assured today that you are appreciated. But it isn’t always the huge heroic deeds that stand out in a child’s mind, as is illustrated by the following incident.
A teacher’s lesson for her Grade Two class was all about magnets. She demonstrated how it could pick up pins, nails and other small iron items. Then she explained how a bigger magnet can pick up bigger items. Finally she showed them pictures of a crane that could even use a huge magnet to pick up cars in a salvage yard. At the end of the lesson period she wanted to be sure that they remembered the word magnet. So she asked the class one question. If my name starts with M and I can pick up a lot of things that are lying around what am I?
One boy piped up and said, “You are a mother.”
Happy Mother’s Day,
If I red line an engine that means I run it at the highest speed before it starts to break apart. When correcting or editing a document I can red line it to highlight changes. The red line can refer to the border surrounding a communist country. Of course we have Red Square the famous parade square in Moscow and the Red Army is the military body in the country of Russia. To see red is to be very angry.
A red tide is a phenomenon where algae become so numerous they discolor the water. Because it is so thick with algae the sea is depleted of oxygen and can be toxic to sea life and to humans. Again, communism is seen as ‘red’ in its political leanings and a move by a large communist army can be referred to as a red tide. Red can be a nickname for a person who has red hair. Such a person with a strong personality is also called a red tide
Red is the colour associated with fire. The iconic firefighter is wearing a red hat and standing beside a red vehicle all dressed to help in fighting fires (though nowadays fire engines are other colours, like yellow). To say something is red hot means it is so hot that it actually has changed colour to red. Imagine a hot poker or a burning log. Here too, there are other colours, but red is always a part of it all.
A red neck could be the result of too much sun without sunscreen or it can refer to a personality of really old fashioned wild west cowboy attitudes. The modern redneck is often a working class white person with a reactionary political attitude. Rednecks are sometimes referred to as provincial, suggesting uneducated. I’ve my redneck moments. They are like when Marie Antoinette said ‘let them eat cake’. Insensitive.
What would Valentines or Christmas be without the colour red? Santa in yellow doesn’t quite do it for me. Red is a colour popular when attempting to stir passion, like in flags or decorations and uniforms. My guess is the red cape of the toreador is more for the audience than to enrage the bull, and that part works. Red is the colour of our blood. It doesn’t get more attention getting than that.
Mother’s Day seems to bring out a lot of fantasy about mothers who smiled adoringly at their children, patted them on their heads and generally went through life encouraging and inspiring their children to great deeds and a fulfilling life. My mother obviously had not read the book so did not realize how she was supposed to behave, probably my Ode to Mom will strike a reminiscent chord in most peoples minds.
When I was just a little girl, stood at my mother’s knee
I wondered at the meanings of the things she said to me
“Always eat your vegetables” she’d tell me every day
“For there are children starving, in a country far away”.
So I struggled through the cabbage and the hated Brussels sprouts
But how this helped those children, well I really had my doubts.
Always wear clean underwear and clean socks on your feet,
Or I’ll be so embarrassed if you get hurt in the street”.
As I grew up I pondered at the things she used to say
I swore that when I was a mom, I’d never speak that way
My kids would not be forced to eat such things as Brussels sprouts
And I’d not fuss about clean socks whenever they went out.
But when my children came along I told the same old story
Of starving kids, and Brussels sprouts and accidents most gory.
As they struggled through their vegetables, their eyeballs they would roll
When I told of hungry children in the African dust bowl.
They changed their socks and undies so I wouldn’t make a fuss
And I wouldn’t be embarrassed if they got hit by a bus.
And now, of course my daughters make their children sit and groan
But I bet they will repeat it when they have kids of their own
Yes, Mothers through the ages have always had their say
But the things they taught us, made us into who we are today.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL MOMS…Pat