No one’s mother really dies

Very beautiful words of wisdom and food for thought are often printed in a funeral service bulletin or one of those little obituary brochures. Phydella “Bunny” Bertsch was the mother of our good friend, Alana Erickson, and Sunday evening at Bunny’s visitation, I read one such reading I had never seen before. I find comfort and hope and peace in the following and if you have just lost your mother, I hope you do, too:

You have never lost your mother

Though you’ve said your last goodbyes

Though there’s heartbreak in the parting

No one’s mother really dies

If you love to hear the old songs

For the memories they bring

It’s because you had a mother

Who taught you how to sing

If you stop to help a neighbor

Search your heart and you will find

It’s because you had a mother

Who taught you to be kind

If you go to church when weary

Seeking God to guide your way

It’s because you had a mother

Who taught you how to pray

No, you never lost your mother

Though you’ve said your last goodbyes

Through your thoughts and deeds she’s living

No one’s mother really dies!

Until  Soon

Potato Chips and a Slice of Moon

The message I posted on the 18th of April about a verse I memorized from “The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere,” (and to this day remember) seems to have resurrected the memorizations of others.

Among them, Brenda, who with her husband, Brian, lives in Waconia, Minn.

Boy, I love this girl, who is the daughter of my double cousin, Idamae, of Max, N.D. Brenda’s late grandma, my cherished Aunt Ida, always called her, “Sweetie Face.” That she is!

When Brenda read this Ruby Girls’ blog on Monday, a poem she memorized in third grade immediately resurfaced. Titled “Teevee,” it’s from the book, “Potato Chips and a Slice of Moon,” which is a collection of poems by various writers.

The poem Brenda remembers goes like this:

In the house of Mr. and Mrs. Spouse,
He and she would watch TV.
And never a word between them spoken
Until the day the set was broken.
Then, “How do you do?” said he to she.
“I don’t believe we’ve met yet.”
“Spouse is my name. What’s yours?” he asked.
“Why, mine’s the same!” said she to he.
“Do you suppose that we could be . . . ?”
But, the set came suddenly right about,
And so they never did find out.

Is that not delightful?

Brenda says she was about 9 years old and in third grade in 1976 when she got “Potato Chips and a Slice of Moon.” Within the book was this poem she memorized by Eve Merriam which Merriam had included in her own book, “Catch a Little Rhyme.”

“I’ve kept all my books from when I was little,” Brenda said. “The receipt was still in it. Do you remember the Weekly Reader flyers where we could order books every week or so? My little order form is still in it. The book cost me 50 cents. Mom apparently filled out the order form as it is in her handwriting.”

How fun it was to hear that Brenda has never forgotten this poem. Chances are she never will. Sweetie Face brought a smile to my face. And then another when I saw she closed her e-mail with:

Guten Nacht und schlafen sie gut,

Her grandma taught her that. It’s German for, “Good night and sleep well.”

To Sweetie Face I say the same — and — I never shall forget your name!

Until Soon