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From the beginning, to my baby eyes, Mom overshadowed everyone and everything. That was before TV, so I was spared the flickering, gruesome images that no child should ever see. Mom didn’t have to contend with authorities and their conflicting ideas about how to raise a child or what a girl ought to or shouldn’t be. No TV, no mixed messages. Wait! Mom loved the radio — she accompanied her day with popular music. Consequently, to this day, I wake up mornings with lines from ‘40’s songs vivid in my head. Songs with sweet, uncomplicated themes about love and life. That girl, Mom/Olive was a romantic, because I can still hear her singing along to “I love you a bushel and a Peck, a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck.” Songs that I have long forgotten but ones that still play cheerfully in my subconscious.


Read one of the new bobbin-olive journals about what Mother Said and chuckle, laugh, shudder, cringe and shake your head in disbelief. It’s all covered in this series of books about being a mom. The quotes will inspire your thinking — that’s the plan. Write down the good, the bad, and the ugly and pass it along for others to enjoy. We’ve all been there and none of us would trade it for a sack of gold.


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Mother Said - Waiting for Spring

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