Mom's Favorite Sayings: Company's Coming

My mother, was a lovely gal and an exceedingly graceful woman with needle and thread. She was a textile art savant who could sew and mend anything which required fixing -- a must have when dealing with growing children and an active husband -- and creating amazing stained glass quilts, and afghans, knits, crocheted coverlets and throws, embroidered designs and pillows... all works of art in themselves. But, she was a bit clumsy in other aspects of her life. No doubt about it, I saw her in action myself, and I seem to have inherited her clumsiness gene.  Oh well, what can you do? It happens. Lol.

But Dear Mom: well, she was always banging her head when she was doing the laundry in the cellar. Other folks had basements, we had our cellar, which even had a big hole in a side wall in the back room leading to a secret chamber (more on that later). And Mom washed the clothes in the front section of the enclosure and suffered terribly from always whacking her noggin on the big trap for the outflow pipe, not an easy thing to do, as she was barely five feet tall. But she did it! And to save her from excessive pain, the trap and surrounding pipes were wrapped with cloth, not that it did any good, as Mom would always lament about hitting her head on the pipe "and seeing stars!" Well, if you're going to see something, then stars are a darn good start, is what I always say.

However, it didn't end there! Oh no. There were times when poor Mom would pull the entire silverware drawer out of its nook and Bang! An exceedingly loud crash would reverberate throughout the entire house as it crashed to the floor and we would come running into the kitchen to see what had made such a raucous racket... and pick up the silverware, re-wash them and make sure everything copacetic and tidy again.

Though generally, Mom eschewed wiping out the entire draw and just concentrating on dropping one utensil or two, a spoon or butter knife or fork... or those tiny delicate dessert knives, and when this happened, always, and I say always, Mom would utter the classic phrase: "Company's Coming!"

And sometime's company did indeed arrive, so Mom may have been a little Psychic after all, and her Aunt C. was a frequent visitor after such an event, so "she may have known what she was talking about"... another classic New England colloquialism. 

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