At the time, I was mortified, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me.
The occasion was my graduation from United Airlines Stewardess School in Chicago, August, 1972. My Aunt Dotty, mom’s sister lived in Chicago and mom flew out from Blue Earth, MN for the event. I was excited to graduate and have mom and Aunt Dotty there.
I was thrilled and so proud that I had made it through our 8 weeks of training and now I was about to graduate and then start my flying career. I had rented an apartment with 2 other friends and we were beyond excited. Parents, Aunts, Uncles, boyfriends, girlfriends and grandparents had come to watch our graduation. My mom was to pin my wings on me.
Our class filed in and took our seats. I didn’t see mom and Aunt Dotty but I knew they were there. My name was called to get my wings. I walked up to the stage, mom got up and came toward the stage. I thought I would have a heart attack. She had on a short skirt and white Go Go boots, hair piled high on her head, black horn rimmed glasses and some kind of short jacket. I was mortified. How could she? Go Go boots?! Oh how I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me.
But those Go Go Boots are my favorite memory of mom. She was from small town Minnesota and she was so proud of me. She wanted to be hip. The 70’s were the era of Go Go Boots. She must have agonized over her outfit. She thought she looked great. And you know what? She looked wonderful and in my heart, when I think of her that day, I am overwhelmed with love.
My mother was a terrible cook. But the one thing she made that we all loved was pork chops. I have wondered for years how she made them but I have a sneaking suspicion this is how she did it:
Put bone-in, thin cut pork chops in a roasting pan.
Pour two cans of Cream of Mushroom Soup over them
Turn the oven on to 350 degrees and cook for one hour.
After one hour the chops would have been inedible but that Cream of Mushroom soup melted into them and crusted up.
We all thought they were delicious which may give you a clue as to what our everyday fare was like.
This memory and pork chop recipe will go in the family cookbook. What memory do you have of your mom that brings a smile to your face now?