I Remember Mama

There was a time when the standard by which all families were measured was Ozzie and Harriett and Donna Reed. We now know that was pure fantasy because in reality most families are slightly to moderately dysfunctional. But even still, if you look beyond the anti depressant aunts and curious cousins, there is always a rock, a foundation that holds the family together, through even the most turbulent storms of life.

For our family, that is our Mom, Doris Jernigan. She is our steady, bright light that leads us into the safe harbor when we are blinded by the fog. When the world is in our face, she is always at our back. Tragedy, tribulation and seasons of darkness might surround us, but our Mom is always our oasis of support, comfort, encouragement, and unconditional love.

When I stop and reflect upon my childhood, the memories come flooding in.

Memories of coming home from school and the sheer joy in discovering Mama had just made an old fashioned chocolate layer cake.

Memories of her tucking me in at night and the security I always felt.

Memories of the thousands of meals she prepared, from country style steak, fried chicken, hocake, fatback, and of course her famous oyster stew. She also makes an unbeatable banana pudding.

I remember the time I fell out of the hayloft with pitchforks in my hand and she was just below me on the ground. I sprained both my arms and she rushed me to the house to care for me and later took me to the doctors office.

She was also kind to all people. All were welcome in our house, both black and white, rich and poor. She taught me by her actions that prejudice against any minority group is not right nor is it Godly.

I also remember the hard work she did on the farm, at Sylvania, and later caring for Daddy at home, which extended his life for many years.

I also remember Mama’s love for sweets, which was passed on to me. When we used to take Janet and Joan to school at East Carolina, we would always stop at the Greenville Shoneys for Strawberry pie, and if Mama was not along, we would always get a piece

to go. Mama has also been known to order her dessert before her entrée, just in case they might run out.

But most of all, it is the caring and love that I remember then and today. Mama also tries to live her life as a true Christian, not judging others. She lives the words of Jesus Christ, who said in Matthew 7:1, Do not judge or you too will be judged.

She is the strength, heart, and soul, and the tie that binds. We love you Mama.

Jim Jernigan