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Isopods, Jell-O and Chicken Necks

3/11/2013

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Have you ever had the privilege of being close to someone who has the ability to create magic? I'm not talking about the kind of magic where your uncle pulls a quarter out of your ear, though that's pretty cool too. I'm talking about someone who can take the mundane and turn it into something captivating. Our son's kindergarten teacher had it—I got to witness it first-hand while volunteering in her classroom. Ms. Cheney built excitement for weeks, whispering, "The isopods are coming, the isopods are coming." I didn't know what an isopod was, but I was as anxious to find out as those five-year-olds were...

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I'm not what you'd call a gullible person. That's why I know  our mom had it. Yep, my siblings and I hit the jackpot—Mom was a genius at making the ordinary extraordinary. Mom had five kids, money was tight, and she didn't believe in wasting food. If Mom was having trouble selling something she was serving, she had a knack for turning it into an exotic culinary experience. Plain old Jell-O became scrumptious strawberry with fresh bananas, luscious lime ala mandarin oranges, fruit-cocktail jubilee, or the one even Mom couldn't sneak by us: luscious lime (again?) with shredded CARROTS!  "Hey, what kind of dessert is that?"

If her magic didn't work, Mom wasn't above resorting to such time-tested guilt-inducers as, "There are people starving in India." But she was so much better than that. Mom convinced my sister Ally and me  the neck was the most delectable part of the chicken and I remember feeling like The Winner every time I ended up with it. Then one night as I was gnawing my way around all those tiny sharp bones, I looked up to see Ally biting into a nice, meaty chicken thigh. 

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Mom didn't let lack of money keep her from showing us the world, or showing us off, for that matter. As the holidays approached, she'd dress us in matching outfits and we'd board the bus for a magical downtown adventure. We'd get our hair washed and set at Phagan's School of Beauty, then head to Meier & Frank's to ride the monorail at Santaland and pose on Santa's lap. After eating our sack lunch, we'd "ooh" and "ahh" over the 'Twelve Days of Christmas' display windows before heading home. The fact we came home empty handed didn't faze us. That was the magic of window shopping.

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A pro at clipping coupons and saving box tops, Mom would dispatch my sisters and me to pore over catalogs to see what we could earn. One spring she sent a bunch of box tops in, and magically "bought" us matching summer shifts. On one of our window shopping expeditions, a photographer snapped us and we ended up in the newspaper—further proof of Mom's magical powers. I learned another lesson that day—don't believe everything you read in the newspaper—when the newspaper caption claimed Mom whipped up the dresses with a nimble thimble. We got a good laugh out of that, since we all knew Mom's magic did not extend to sewing or (as you can see) bang trimming.

But Mom was the master of free entertainment. A self-taught pianist, she'd pump the keys with such gusto my sisters and I'd race to jockey for position around our old upright piano. A couple of us would harmonize, and though we probably had more enthusiasm than talent, we'd crank out Christmas carols, show tunes, and Disney songs by the hour. In the summer she'd pack a picnic dinner and we'd head to Washington Park for free concerts where we'd burn off excess energy somersaulting and cartwheeling while Mom and Dad got some much deserved relaxation.

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When I got to plan my own birthday party to the Oaks Park roller rink for my ninth birthday, Mom declared she'd provide nice shiny quarters for everyone for treat money. Mom knew what she was doing when she elected me to shine up those quarters. I worked for hours on them and though I've long since forgotten the party, I can still feel the magic of dispensing them.

What's the secret to creating magic? I wish I knew, because as a parent, I've never come close to making magic out of things like Jell-O or window shopping (let alone chicken necks). When our son was young, I tried every trick I knew to get him to join me in some housework. I remember channeling my mom with what I thought was a convincingly upbeat, "You know, work can be fun!" His reply, "No, Mom. That's why they call it WORK." Or I'd use my most spellbinding voice with a, "Wow, look at this sticker you could earn!" which would be greeted with, "OK, and I want that sticker because... ?"

Yes, it's pretty clear I didn't inherit the magic. Because Mom did make work fun. And she would have made me feel like I was the luckiest girl in the world to earn that sticker. So thanks, Mom, and Ms. Cheney, and everyone else out there who has the ability to create magic. Thanks for sharing it with the rest of us.

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Carol Brandon
3/21/2013 04:28:14 pm

So fun to go down memory lane and be reminded of our "magical" mother. I was smiling a lot. Keep writing such wonderful stories. And that's an order from Princess Carol.

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Rosemary
4/3/2013 12:59:57 pm

As the "fifth sister" I loved reading all the memories too! Not that I remember all that stuff now but still fun to read. Loved all the stories, Brenda. Keep it up!

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Gloria Nicholas
1/10/2014 06:13:16 am

Hi Brenda,

We grew up around the corner from you and I considered your sister Carol my best friend. I love reading the nice things about your mother. I remember being so hungry and your mom would frequently feed me and my sisters. Their were four girls in your family and four in ours.

We had lost our dad early in life and your mother showed us great compassion that I have never forgotten.

Hope your are all doing well.

Gloria

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Allison aka Ally
5/3/2016 12:33:43 pm

Thanks, Brenda, for sharing these memories. You really captured Mom's amazing ability to find magic and joy in life's simple pleasures.

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