The last in my recent series with my mom Morency. The vid speaks for itself so allow me to relate an anecdote that illustrates what a practical, Minnesotan my mom is. Now, I’m sure I will get some of the details wrong and be corrected later, but here is the gist.

Her father passed away when she was 12. Part of how her mother supported the family was to buy big houses and rent out rooms to boarders. This was the 1940s in the Twin Cities. One day my mom came home from high school, and she saw her room had been moved into the dining room. A man had shown up that day and would pay money to rent my mom’s bedroom.

I said, “Gosh, weren’t you upset?”

My mom: “Why would I be upset? My mom got $25 a month for that room. I understood.”

Now, I made up that amount, but you get it. I like when I have flashes of that myself. Practical and unsentimental. Of course, my dad is from Georgia, so I’m also half Southern Gothic. That’s the side that has to stay at home and watch every minute of Ted Kennedy’s funeral,

But back to mom guilt…