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Coloring By Candlelight

Updated on March 31, 2013

When I was growing-up we didn't have much. My father left when I was an infant, my mom was a single mom struggling to care for two pre-school kids from the late 50s and then two pre-teen and full-blown teenagers through the 60s. We never lived in any one place more than a couple of years, I was perpetually the 'new kid' at school and in the neighborhood. I had few toys, most of the time no tv, and my clothes were made fun of - and yet . . .


A Special Lady

"Lady" might be the first idea that most folks formed in their mind upon meeting my mom - she had a natural grace and an non-performed sophistication about her that was instantly observable, and then you came to recognize a broad scope of knowledge, a creativity, and a warmheartedness that simply made her a very special lady. I've said this in another hub, but it's exactingly descriptive of my mother - everywhere and all the time, my mom was consistently the smartest, the prettiest, most interesting, kindest, most artistic person in the room. She was one of those rare people who, without moving to the center of the room, without getting loud or flamboyant, not because of what she was wearing, not because of any background information about her, etc, there was something about her sheer presence, the way she carried herself, that commanded everyone's attention.

Growing-up her son, under her tutelage, I learned; how to think critically, I learned the power of the skillful use of words, I learned to strive for objective truth and detest biased narrow-mindedness, and I learned an appreciation of art, music, and film. And I learned from this single mom of the 60s that a real man is not a real man because he drinks beer while watching car races as he flips through a Playboy magazine, but rather a real man is a real man because he knows himself and is not ashamed of his weaknesses or shy about his strengths but uses his gifts and abilities to aid, and even rescue, people without his strengths - a real man is a hero of sorts, to somebody, or he's not a real man at all.

A Remarkable Mom

My mom saw everything as a teachable moment - she was a mom above all else, she counted her job, her career, to be training me to be the man boys should grow-up to be. I recall once shopping downtown around Christmas time, with snow on the ground, and a little old lady in front of us slipped a fell dropping her packages as she hit the ground hard. I was maybe 9 or 10 and so, of course, I burst into laughter pointing to this woman sprawled-out in the snow with her packages scattered around her . . . to me it all looked like The 3 Stooges right in front of me, but of course, it wasn't at all The 3 Stooges, it was a little old lady. My mom smacked me on the back of the head commanding me like a drill sergeant "Get over there and help that woman up, make sure she's not hurt, and get all of her packages for her - NOW!"

Looking back on it, my mom (as the adult) probably should have rushed immediately to the woman to tend to her - but her first and most essential identity was as a mother, she instantly turned to train me about my responsibility in such circumstances. That's who raised me, not someone who was obliged to be sure I was fed and sent off to school, not someone happy to have some manner of companion when it suited her, not someone imposed upon by a responsibility no one can really grasp until it's too late - my mom, at a very young age and without the kind of parental guidance herself that would have prepared her for parenting, my mom became a mother, first and foremost, her own personal conduct and her choices defined by her identity and role as my mother and what would best serve to raise me to be the man I ought to be.

When The Lights Go Out

One example among scores; because we lived paycheck to paycheck, we didn't always make it between paychecks . . . having our electricity shut off was not an uncommon circumstance in my childhood. Now, I imagine some kids had to deal with something like this themselves, pretty much all on their own while their parents tried to fix the problem or just sat in despair. And I imagine that some kids actually had to try to console their fretful and overwhelmed parents. My mom keep candles in a drawer, and kept crayons and a coloring book with them.

When our lights went out, and we sat there in sudden darkness, just about instantly my heart rose - mom was going to teach me to color! She would make her way to the drawer, and when she lit the candle I could see the coloring book and crayons under her arm. We would sprawl-out on the floor and color by candlelight. It wasn't a tragedy, it wasn't a miserable occasion - I have wonderfully fond memories of when our electricity would get shut-off. Now, I'm sure for my young mom, lots of things were going through her mind, I'm sure she was troubled, I'm sure she felt terribly bad for my sister and I - but I saw none of that, it was all about coloring by candlelight, a special occasion for me.

Epilog

Now, that should be the end of the story, that seems a fine and story I laid out, it seems a fine tag at the end, well balanced, etc, I'm happy - but, here's the clincher with my mom that I have to include in my tale; I wish you all could see her coloring! I'm nearly 60 now and I've never come across anyone who could color like my mom . . . by the time she was finished her page looked like a single frame from a Disney classic. Again, being poor, our crayons were the small, 8 or 10 colors box of crayons, but she would do stuff I would never imagine.

She used outlining and then filling in to great effect, she would press hard around the edges and then lighten her touch as she moved toward the middle of an item giving it a rounded 3-dimentional look, she would color in a portion of an object and then lick her thumb and smear the colored area over into the non-colored area giving it a textured look, and she would fill in an object with one color and then peel the paper off a different color and quickly pass the tip through the flame of the candle softening the wax and then go over the color she already applied making a whole new color that was not in the box at all. To top everything else off - her coloring book pictures looked like works of art! She was indeed, a special lady and a remarkable mom.

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    • MickeySr profile imageAUTHOR

      MickeySr 

      4 years ago from Hershey, Pa.

      . . . so, a couple of years later - my mom just died last week. And in absolute true form, nothing killed her - she died just as she lived, in full control. She was no as mobile as a year earlier, and she didn't like that. She got her children and doctors together and had us all pledge that no extreme measures would be taken, no feeding tubes, etc, should she really start to falter - then she promptly stopped eating.

      With no food or drink and off all her medications, the doctors were astonished at how long she lasted and all the staff was astonished at how good she still looked . . . not conscious for a week and days before she died, one nurse asked "I hope this is not out-of-place but, what kind of skin care did she practice? I wish I had skin like hers". She slowly, quietly, surrounded by loved ones, just stopped . . .

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      Nellieanna Hay 

      5 years ago from TEXAS

      :-) I know what you mean!!

    • MickeySr profile imageAUTHOR

      MickeySr 

      5 years ago from Hershey, Pa.

      Nellieanna ~ "I literally felt the movements all through the story"

      That's about as good as a comment can get - thank you.

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      Nellieanna Hay 

      5 years ago from TEXAS

      What a treasure was this astonishing woman who was/is your mom! Your presentation of her is equally a treasure. I literally felt the movements all through the story of your young life and her vigilant teaching of you and your sister, but when you got to the candlelight and coloring books, my heart simply melted. She was surely concerned about the loss of electricity and what that signified, but she herself got into the spirit of the special joy of using those moments magically! Her own coloring technique was, indeed, the work of an artist, but no more than her entire planning to be prepared for what would/could be a nightmare, to instead become a delightful adventure to be eagerly anticipated, - was the work of an artist of life!

      Her photos do certainly show her to be a beautiful lady, with bearing projecting her self-worth with grace and elegant charm.

      Excellent, Mickey. Excellent!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 

      5 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Mickey you are so incredibly lucky to still have your mom. God bless her.

    • MickeySr profile imageAUTHOR

      MickeySr 

      5 years ago from Hershey, Pa.

      Gypsy ~ I can't believe that comment was now 9 months ago . . . anyway, she is still kicking.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 

      6 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Sorry about that I stand corrected. But in that case I stand up and salute this fantastic and lovely woman and wish her many more years to come. God bless.

    • MickeySr profile imageAUTHOR

      MickeySr 

      6 years ago from Hershey, Pa.

      Actually, check above (or, perhaps now below) on the feed page - she just celebrated her 80th birthday.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 

      6 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. Wow I admire the fact that your mom was able to cope with all that. What a wonderful and strong woman. I'm sure she got the royal treatment when she rode up to heaven. Great piece.

    • MickeySr profile imageAUTHOR

      MickeySr 

      6 years ago from Hershey, Pa.

      Kimberly ~ your favorable thoughts of me warm my heart and encourage me to write as I've not written before.

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      kimberlyslyrics 

      6 years ago

      Mickey, this is why I love you as a person not just a writer

      Bless

      Kimberly

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      Gusser 

      6 years ago

      yes--- Read you moved to Pa at 10 years old

    • MickeySr profile imageAUTHOR

      MickeySr 

      6 years ago from Hershey, Pa.

      Gusser ~ I didn't get to Palmyra until I had 4 of my own kids . . . this hub recounts my childhood in Santa Rosa. Are you still in central Pa?

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      Gusser 

      6 years ago

      near palmyra at about the same time period

    • MickeySr profile imageAUTHOR

      MickeySr 

      6 years ago from Hershey, Pa.

      Gusser - "near me" in the same region of the country, or do you only me "near me" as in the same time period?

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      Susan Britton 

      6 years ago from Ontario, Canada

      A strong woman and an artist too. She sounds like a loving fun Mom. Thanks for elaborating on the coloring skills ,I'm going to give some of them a try. Good Hub. Great Memories.

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      ThussaysNanaMarie 

      6 years ago from In my oyster

      A woman after my own heart. A lovely hub.

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      LauraGSpeaks 

      6 years ago from Raleigh, NC

      What a great story. Thank you for sharing this beautiful story about a courageous and grounded woman. Voted up!

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      Barb Criss 

      6 years ago

      That's so sweet. I love reading about your heart.

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      Gusser 

      6 years ago

      I grew up near you, in the same time period. Special times indeed. Great hub.

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