Mom loved literature and writing even from a young age. The circumstances of life did not allow her to attend higher education, even though she graduated near the top of her class in high school. Nevertheless, she was an avid reader, a student of the English language, and writer all of her life. She has had quite a few of her creative works published in various publications and has had two books of her own previously published. However, this latest publication is one that brings her the most satisfaction. The artwork has been done by her daughter, Alita Abruzzese, who is a well-respected artist and a retired public school art teacher.
Mom raised four children and was the main caregiver for my Dad when he became ill at a fairly young age. Mom lived on her own until just nine months ago (at 101 years of age), when she accepted our invitation to live with Maryann (my wife) and me. She recently celebrated her 102nd birthday.
I have been the Senior Pastor of the Wintergreen Ledges Church of God (Akron, OH) for the past twenty-seven years and have just now retired from senior pastor ministry.
-Pastor Jim Roma, “Mom’s Jimmy”
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With Love From A Friend, Pastor Jim Roma “Mom’s Jimmy”
(Mom just celebrated her 102nd birthday!)
My heart and my memories are full of MOM. Every area of my life, throughout my life, has been positively influenced by my mother. She has been a great source of comfort, wisdom and inspiration. I can’t imagine what my life, especially my childhood, would have been without her.
Looking back, I now realize that we would have been considered economically disadvantaged. My Dad, at a fairly young age, had the misfortune of becoming ill from a neurological disorder. Welfare not being then what it is today, and Dad being a very proud individual, we lived on the small amount of income that my mother could generate. The only governmental help that we received was an occasional box of food that was referred to then as surplus: rice, flour, dried eggs, chopped ham, beans, lard, etc. Mom worked long hours at a department store in a neighboring town and nonstop while at home.
Our house was rather run-down, needing repairs and a new coat of paint. Weekly baths were taken in a round tub that was kept hanging on a wall of the back porch and carried into the kitchen, which served as our everything room. Hot water was prepared by heating it in a cooking pot on our kerosene stove. A coal furnace, in a basement having merely an outside entrance and a ceiling that was about five feet high, heated only the single downstairs room; the all-purpose kitchen. In fact, I can remember going to bed wearing a winter coat and waking up to frosted windows; frost on the inside, that is! The rear wall of our two-story home was sinking and had caused the upstairs floor to bend so far that I could roll my toy cars downhill on it. Mom didn’t drive and had to depend upon others to get to work. One day a lady picked up my mother on a designated street corner not far from our home. Not knowing where we lived, the driver pointed toward our house and said to my mother, “Look at that house! It is an embarrassment to the community.” With an aching heart, Mom gently informed her that the shabby house was ours.
Why am I sharing this with you? Because how it actually was and how I experienced it were two different realities. I remember my childhood as one full of warmth, love and affirmation. Somehow, while I was just a boy and even yet today, my humble surroundings fade away and I can only see my Mom. Walking into our dimly illuminated kitchen was like walking into a palace, because Mom was there. Our meals seemed like feasts, for Mom had artistically prepared them and served them with love. Holidays were special because Mom made them special. We were not impoverished, we were rich! You see, we had Mom! As I said previously, everything about my life is full of Mom. Even now I can fondly remember precious moments as a preschooler snuggling up to Mom in bed; feeling so wonderfully loved and secure as the warmth of her body came through her flannel pajamas. All that fills my mind as I reflect upon life are images of Mom: compassionate eyes that lifted the soul, laughter that filled my heart with joy, tender touches that constantly affirmed her devotion and love, hugs and kisses, and kind words that gave me worth and significance. She believed in me. She possessed a quiet confidence in the faithfulness of God to sustain her in the struggles and difficulties of life. From the outside looking in, my childhood could appear to have been void of certain necessities. But from the inside looking out, it was void of nothing, for it was filled with Mom’s love. Her influence has immeasurably altered, for the good, my adult years as well. In every area of life where I have achieved any success, Mom has been a faithful source of encouragement; my prayer partner; my cheerleader. Mom lives with us. Though she has lost almost all of her vision, she still has a sharp mind and is continuing to create poetry. (In fact, a book of her poetry has just been published. It is titled, Through Daisied Fields and can be purchased using the information below).
If you are a mom, then please realize that what your children need more than anything else is simply, YOU. Be entirely devoted to them. Pray without ceasing for them. My wife, Maryann, also had a most wonderful mother. Mom Underation is now with the Lord. Maryann and I often mention to each other how blessed we each have been. And to everyone, if you were fortunate enough to have had a good mother and have not expressed your appreciation, then Mother’s Day is just around the corner and it would be an opportune time to express your love to your Mom. Our prayers are with those of you who have never had a Mom, had a bad Mom, or have experienced the death of your Mom.
The book ‘Through Daisied Fields’ by Susanna C. Roma can be purchased online through lulu.com (preferably) or through Amazon.com or barnesandnoble.com. ISBN: 978-1-387-56494-1
Exodus 20:12; 21:15,17 Proverbs 31:10-31;10:1; 13:1,24; 1:8-9; 23:22-25; 19:18; 29:15,17 Titus 2:3-5
Ephesians 6:1-4 1 Peter 3:1-6 Matthew 15:1-20 John 19:25-27 2 Timothy 1:5 Deuteronomy 6:1-9
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