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10 WWW.UNWLA.ORG “НАШЕ ЖИТТЯ”, ТРАВЕНЬ 2018 Adventures With Mama Looking back at my relationship with my mother, I realized that Mamusia and I had some of our best times being a “Little Bit Tipsy” during some of the fu n excursions we shared. Because we both like to travel, we took advantage of many local weekend bus trips leaving my Tato, a staunch homebody, stocked with food and a women - free house. During a trip to Colonial Williamsburg, Mamusia and I stayed at a lovel y motel restaurant complex just outside the historic village. After touring the village all day on foot, we agreed that we had earned a good southern dinner and decided to freshen up and try the formal restaurant at the motel rather than walking back to th e village to eat there. The restaurant was lovely, and we were not disappointed. We started with tall, frosty, ice cold, sweet mint juleps that went down very smoothly. We then had the perfect Southern meal: a delicious chicken dinner with spoon bread and greens, ending with coffee and pecan pie. What we didn’t realize until we finished eating was that Mint Juleps pack a wallop even after an enormous feast like the one we had just eaten. Needless to say, it was an interesting feat to get up while the room was swaying ever so slightly, to walk out of the restaurant with some dignity, and then stagger across the street to the motel while giggling our heads off. We still chuckle over that trip to this day, fondly recalling it as “The Adven- tures of Mother and D aughter Souse!” Marianna Szczawinsky Crans, Br. 95. In the 1980 ’ s, I had a summer house in Wildwood Crest, New Jersey. Every morning, I would run on the beach with my dog. This was great exercise for both of us. However, I never knew that my mother was also an exercise buff. One morning as I was on my early morning run, I spotted someone who looked like my mother exercising with the lifeguards — their daily routine before their shift started. As I got closer, I heard my mother’s voice calling me “Irka, com e here and join us. Doing Jumping Jacks is better than running.” (Of course, she said this in Ukrainian). I was embarrassed that she would do something like that, let alone asking me to join her, so I kept running. As I turned around, I noticed my mother a long with about 10 lifeguards running to join me. I burst out laughing witnessing this scene — like something out of a movie. We all stopped and just laughed and laughed. From that day on, I joined my mother in exercising with cute lifeguards! Irene Savysk y Skulsky, Br . 95 My mother was an awesome traveler, and I learned a lot from her. But along the way, she pulled some stunts that were so over the top, I didn't know if I should howl laughing or cry or smack her upside her head. Our most exotic and most memorable trip was to Turkey, which we traversed from West to East and back again. We decided we'd spend part of our last day in Istanbul walking across the Galata Bridge that straddle s the Strait of Bosporus that connects the Black Sea to the Sea of Marma ra. Somewhere in the middle of the bridge Mama started shuffling over to one side. I thought she had sprained her ankle or something and went into panic mode. Then she pulled a fast one. She slid her foot out of one of her canvas shoes and then slid the sh oe sideways until it fell off the side of the bridge. Then she slid the other shoe off her other foot, and it went flying too. Straight down into the water. Meanwhile, just below us was an island with a fort of some kind and an armed guard walking around. He looked up as the second shoe came flying down and I thought, "We're gonna get shot." The guy had obviously seen something come flying off the bridge but just stood there looking up at us. Then my mother waved to him, and he waved back. Then she reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of slip - on shoes and put them on like nothing had happened. It was then I realized she had planned this all along, the sneaky thing! I asked her, "What were you thinking!" Her answer was, "I don't know if I'll ever be bac k here again, so I wanted to leave a piece of me here." – tsc _____________________________________________________________ Mothers on Motherhood Children are like cats. Don’t look at me, don’t touch me, don’t talk to me. But be there when I need you! Try to stay sane while hugging, kissing, and nurturing a child that you are sure g o t switched with someone else’s child before you left the hospital because this child is so different from you she can’t possibly be the child you conceived! The hardes t thing about being a mother is getting to take a shower without somebody needing some- thing.
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