were close to our destination. Streets
followed names such as Bayou Drive…buildings were constructed on stilts around
the levees…restaurants utilized vintage boats for dining rooms….and the air was
thick with humidity and odor. The odor
hung everywhere …the hotel, Starbucks…everywhere… as if the entire area was
sitting inside of an auto mechanic’s garage.
In the dark, the oil refineries glisten as Oz’s Crystal City does, but
they represent reality not fiction. This
is where you find hard working people performing tough, unpleasant jobs to put
food on the family table. Most are proud
of their work and happy to have a job.
I really met Linda, but sadly, it was to say goodbye. I actually met Linda in June 2011 when she
came to watch my daughter marry her son.
As most weddings are, it was a whirlwind weekend with little time to
really sit and get to know one another.
I knew she had not been well and she leaned heavily on me as we walked
the steps together to light the Unity Candle for the joining of our two
families. Yet, in that brief moment, I
held a strong hand and sensed the pleasure she had to see her son wed. At that brief moment, we were mothers and
women rejoicing together.
children, I met an amazing woman. She
was strong, tough, courageous, determined, calloused in some ways by life, yet
tender in her love for family. Here are
some moments in her life which are now seared into mine:
young woman, she was waitressing near the ship channel. One night a crew of Greek sailors came in for
dinner. They were taken with her
European-type beauty and asked if she were Greek. “Maybe so.”
They invited her to join the crew as a ship’s cook and go with them to
Greece. She ran home and told her mom
that she had a new job and was on her way.
This lead to adventures around Greece and the Mediterrean. I now understand my son-in-law’s desire to
have adventures and see the world.
four young children on her own. In and
out of the women’s shelters and a beat up trailer, she provided for them
through hard labor at a chemical plant.
No, not answering phones as many women did. Linda would put on a hard hat and steel toed
boots to do the traditional man’s labor at the plant. During cold weather, she had to stuff
newspaper into the boots to keep her feet warm.
become a nurse. She taught her children
the importance of hard labor and of an education. She taught them to love history and
poetry. She taught them to love family
and making right decisions.
not only embraced her…but also embraced her children and became DAD.
life. The family was told she was
gone. But, as nurses moved her body, her
heart began to beat and she returned to live for years. That was when her youngest son would record
important answers to questions like, “What would you do different with raising
your kids.” He played those answers from her own voice at the funeral. He also read the letter he wrote after he
became an attorney about the lessons and encouragement she gave him which led
him to law school.
woman this blog is all about. Women of
strength and dignity. I met her for the
first time this week, but I was left longing for more time and regretting we
did not get it. She was strong beyond
belief and her children and grandchildren will also have that strength for
their legacy. I celebrate it, and I celebrate Linda and her family. This strength and determination to persevere
no matter the odds is what makes me so blessed to be a woman.
Do you believe you have it inside of you? If you need someone to come alongside of you,
email me at email@example.com. I will be happy to give encouragement. No
matter what you face….you have the strength!
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Cynthia Rowley Grey T: Marshalls
Black knit skirt: Talbots
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