Its Mother’s day this Sunday and it was lovely to be able to spend the time with her. There was a Church event on the Saturday for all the mothers and I was happy for just the two of us to go along. I knew she would be showing me off to all her friends. We laughed, sang and nearly snoozed during the sermon, but we won the raffle though so it wasn’t all fire and brimstone!! Mum also one a prize for the most unusual object in her handbag, tin foil of all things!! My brothers and sisters always used to laugh as she always had loads of shite in her bag. I remember finding chicken bones in the bottom once!
I am so proud of her, she had come so far….both her and dad. It’s the second time my parents admirably upped and left a country to nest in another. The last time was 6 years ago when they left England after 49 years to move to the US. First to Florida and now in Georgia to be nearer my sister and the grand kids. They have a gorgeous 4 bed property in an up and coming area which is sure to increase in value as the land around them is slowing be bought up and built on. Mum is still the household anchor. The driver, cook, bill paying, nurse, everything really. She’d been through so much and is tough as ever but she is no spring chicken and soon to reach 70 years. They have just bought their second property with a little farm. It’s a little run down but has a real charm inside its two Acers of land. Chickens, goats and 2 dogs called Fuzzy and Marley keep the farm ticking over and their kitchen full of fresh eggs and meat. My dad (the black David Bellamy if you will) is in his element as the previous owner had 7 horses on the land which means he can plant to his hearts content with the ground rich in nutrients from the horse shit.
Its finally Mothers Sunday and we rise early to eat and go to church. It was the first time in a long time that I didn't feel resentful about going. I wanted her to be proud of me. It was mother’s day after all so i slipped into a deep purple chiffon dress and tied a cream silk corsage around my wrist. She beamed when she saw me emerge from the bedroom. The singing was great, its the only bit of the service I enjoy and was quite happy clapping and rocking along. It was a predominantly white congregation but these folks surprising had plenty of Pentecostal sprit! Mum and dad were in the chior and and I watched and smiled as they sang their hearts out and raised their hands to heaven as the praised god. I know its really bad but the only other bit of the service I enjoy is when they start doing all the heavy praying and laying hands on heads and shit. Lard have mercy, I never thought I would see white people catch the Pentecostal spirit like all the sista' and brotha's in my old church!!!! One guy was fitting and shaking like he had rabies and some would just screen out and faint on the floor!! When I was little it was my brothers & sisters favourite part of the service. We studied the spirit firring hard as we knew there would lots of laughing later when we felt it was our duty to re-inact the Holy Ghost scenes!! I had my camcorder with me so I made sure I took lots of footage to take back to England. Maybe I'll put some snippets on you tube!! Do you think I'll go to hell for that???
