Did you learn from your m-m how to....

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Good question LL

I've been very lucky. My ****** is most definitely not a saint, but she is an exceptional human being. I doubt there's a person that's ever known her who wouldn't agree. While practical matters were more (though nowhere near exclusively) my ******'s province to teach, the more important matters of the heart and soul were almost exclusively my ******'s. She's getting up there in years now, and from time to time I make it a point to thank her for having been such a good model for living.

I knew how to do some basic housework from a pretty early age - part of a group of regular chores both indoor and out - but I didn't have a clue about 1) cooking or 2) laundry until she gave me a crash course shortly before I left for college.
 
My parents were around during the Great Depression. My ****** met my ****** six months before WWII began. ****** served as an ******ryman with the Fifth Marine Regiment - suffering his fifth and final wound on Okinawa (having survived against the odds at Peleilu and Guadalcanal before that).

My ****** wrote to him every week.

It was hard growing up with my ******. He was a good man. Believed in discipline, honesty and truth. He loved us all and he cared deeply about each and every one of us. But he had a hard time expressing it. He was somewhat emotionally distant.

He still is to this very day.

So my ****** became the rock and anchor of our little ******. And as the oldest boy, I was often drafted by ****** into helping her raise my younger ******* and ******.

My ****** taught me about love - I watched my ****** support my ****** through his PTSD and Depression. His night terrors. His constant aches, pains and partial deafness from the result of war wounds. His feelings of insecurity and guilt at putting such a burden on his young wife. My ****** was not only his wife; she was his confidant, his counselor and his nurse.

My ****** taught me that all life is precious - be it another human being or the plants in the garden. I developed a liking for gardening from my ******. We kept any strays that wandered onto our property - I grew up taking care of cats, dogs, birds of assorted color size and age.

From my ******'s efforts, I inherited my love of reading. My ****** didn't have much of an education... she could just read and write. But she was adamant that her *****ren get the best education around.

I learned the sundry tasks of running a household just simply by helping ****** raise my younger ********.

Both my ****** and ****** were unforgiving taskmasters. I learned about responsibility - and learned it well. They both instilled in me to appreciate hard work, discipline and honesty.


My dear ****** ****** away too soon - 1976. Not long after I got back from Vietnam. I had a very difficult time readjusting after discharge and I was not there by her side to comfort her. She kept asking about me till her last breath.

I regret not being there.
A regret I have till this very day.


Thanks for the thread LL. :)

cheers,
 

Mr. Daystar

In a bell tower, watching you through cross hairs.
I learned most of my cooking skills from my m-m...I can make a pasta sauce that will make your eyes roll back in your head, and a moan escape your lips. Other then that not much...she wouldn't let me near her washer and dryer. But she was a great m-m...she raised me alone from 3yrs old on...I miss her a lot.
 

bigbadbrody

Banned
My ****** taught me:

How to cook
How to sew-up and fix my clothes
How to clean a House from top to bottom
How to read
etc...

My ****** taught me:

How to ride my bicycle
How to mow the lawn and do yard work
The Birds and the Bees ( disturbing but mandatory)
How to balance a check book and file all of my important papers
How to belch real loud and long
etc...

My ****** tried to teach me:

How to cook
How to fix a car
How to use power tools
How to ***** ****
How to drive a car

I ended up failing theses lessons

I taught my folks:

How to not embarass the hell out of me
That a hug or a kiss in a public place is not acceptable
that your shorts have to hang lower than your boxer shorts (my ***)
that you never wear black socks with sandals (my ***)
How to use a computer
how to do mathematics (my ******)


:D
 

Philbert

Banned
Like everyone else, I learned a lot of "how to"s from my parents...both tried to give me instructions, and ended up teaching me more by example.
I learned a lot more about what my parents taught me, as I grew older and saw for myself.
In the end, my m-m taught me the biggest lesson of all...you can tell who you were, and what you meant, by who comes to your funeral.

Before I pass on to the other place, I'm gonna drop by and see how I done.
 
this is funny but its not supposed to be a joke but my m-m taught my to never put my hands down my pants even if its comfortable, she taught me how to cook, clean/laundry and respect.
 

Kingfisher

Here Zombie, Zombie, Zombie...
I learned a lot from my m-m, cooking, cleaning, handwriting... She was a very strong willed woman, tough. Once some guy came too close to her in his car, when entering a parking lot, she was walking on the sidewalk, she went psycho on the guy. I learned a lot from her, then one day she had a tiny anurism, not enough to **** her, but gave her a stroke that wiped a lot of her long term memories and stuff. She is still doing pretty good, but doesn't remember a whole lot.
 

member006

Closed Account
I learned a lot from my m-m, cooking, cleaning, handwriting... She was a very strong willed woman, tough. Once some guy came too close to her in his car, when entering a parking lot, she was walking on the sidewalk, she went psycho on the guy. I learned a lot from her, then one day she had a tiny anurism, not enough to **** her, but gave her a stroke that wiped a lot of her long term memories and stuff. She is still doing pretty good, but doesn't remember a whole lot.

I know exactly how you feel. I also want to say I'm so glad that she is doing well. It is great thing knowing that even though she has forgotten many things, that she shared them with you. ****** on memories and skills, social as well as basic knowledge and domestic skills are so very important. That you in turn can now pass on. We all learn so much more at home then we ever do at school I think.

Thank you to all for posting in this thread. I have enjoyed the read very much.

LL
 
Nope.

I learned to cook from my ***. Cleaning I picked up all by myself :) , had to, I was (technically) living with my ****** (he was in country just a few months each year) ever since I was 14, I either cleaned or lived in filth.

Oh, and I still don't know how to treat women, I have a propensity to view them as people and treat them as I treat everyone... well, to be honest I rarely do compliment male friends on their looks...

If I happen to spawn a ***, I will definately teach him the essentials for survival and the proper way to treat people.

I turned out to be quite a nice guy, even if I say so myself :D
 

member006

Closed Account
*bump* AsianxxxChick made me think of this thread. A lot of new members now, so maybe a few new inputs on the issue?
 

Ax3C

Banned
*bump* AsianxxxChick made me think of this thread. A lot of new members now, so maybe a few new inputs on the issue?

And I'm glad you bumped it, too.

To answer:

My m-m taught me how to be self-sufficient, independent, and how to be a man.

I was taught to sew, cook, mend my trousers and shirts (buttons, zippers, and hems), wash, dry, starch, and iron my own clothes by the time I was 13. She taught me everything that I needed to know to prepare for life outside of "home".

My *** ... he worked shift work at an oil/gas refinery, so I didn't see him as often as maybe some other **** see their fathers, but he was also very much a constant in my life. He taught me the value of a hard day's work, sweating my ass off in the broiling sun. I was made to get a job by the time I was fifteen. I worked for a landscaping company and then a flower / plant nursery all the way through high school. I bought my own clothes, paid for all of my school supplies, saved money up for my first car (a '73 Chevy Nova ... ahhhh) and knew what it meant to earn a living working with my hands.

But it was my m-m ... it was she who taught me how to be a man. And God knows I wish she could see me now. :) :(
 
I taught myself to cook,

the military taught me how to sew and iron,

my *** (rip) taught me about ****** values and gave me strong work ethics,

my ****** taught me to appreciate music and not to trust life to religion, indeed she thought John Lennon had it right in his beliefs of one love.

My ****** and ****** came from humble beginnings, being born during WW2 and brought up in poverty, together they taught their 3 sons, myself being the youngest, that life is what you make it and the good things don't come without sacrificing *****, sweat and tears. That Seseme Street/ Disney Bullshit of wanting it hard enough and you shall recieve gets you nothing.

That foundation has enabled me to get where i am now with no help financial or otherwise, but gained with my intellect and strength.
 

squallumz

knows petras secret: she farted.
my m-m really didnt teach me outright, i remember always asking her what she was doing and how. i went to her. i have a several younger sisters and am the only boy and the oldest so i really learned everything by observation at first then helping. my ****** was a strong ***** and wasnt the type to wait on anyone hand and foot.

so, im a great cook now and i consider myself in touch with my feminine side (for lack of a better phrase). i know everything there is about raising *****ren without actually having any yet and know everything about raising girls up through adulthood.
 

Facetious

Moderated
Re: Did you learn from your m-m how to....

• Methods of discipline that would likely get parents arrested in today's nutty atmosphere. ;)

• How to and how not to deal with a Stubborn Swede.

• How to treat an angel :angels:

• Listen to women ! :bigear:
 
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