My mother was a very interesting person. I suppose I am a little like her but a milder version. I can speak out but my mother could REALLY speak out. In fact there usually wasn’t any guessing what my mother thought.
She has been gone for many years but I still have great memories of her. Some are funny and I will share them with you. Here is the first installment of Tess Tales.
The trip to Hawaii
My mother enjoyed travel but she often found it difficult to find the right traveling partner. She had a few partners since everyone liked to do different things. One of her regulars was a woman named Joyce. They were the same age but Joyce was one of those people who things just happened to. If my Mom was with her, it happened to both of them.
Hawaii was always a dream for my mother and she finally convinced Joyce to agree to go. They went for 10 days flying out of our local airport changing planes in O’Hare and Los Angeles.
This was back in the early 1980s when air travel was much different and there were no cell phones. All phones were tethered to walls and were very inconveniently located. My mother did not think that she needed to reassure her neurotic daughter that she could manage to travel without getting lost.
All went well on the way out. We heard from her once during the trip. She was having a blast. They did lock themselves out of their hotel room while they had their night-clothes on but it was Joyce’s fault.
As part of a group trip they had been instructed to place their main luggage outside their hotel door at a certain time. My mother placed them outside the door but Joyce thought they should be facing another direction so she came out to supervise when the door slammed in back of them.
I have no idea why they were in their night-clothes and I didn’t ask. It was a Joyce thing.
Their plane ran into difficulties in Los Angeles on the way back. They had to switch planes. There was no phone call about the delay.
I went to the airport to pick them up and all that I found was my mother’s luggage and a case of pineapples with her name on it. I asked the airline what happened to her. They didn’t know but eventually said they thought she was still at O’Hare airport waiting to get on a flight.
Now I am panicked. My mother is not travel savvy. They must have had rebooking issues and Joyce was with her. That was not comforting.
I called O’Hare and asked to have my mother paged. They paged her and paged her. We kept trying for a half hour but there was no answer.
I kept driving to the airport to meet subsequent planes coming from O’Hare. No Mom! I am torn between jumping in the car and driving to O’Hare (a 14 hour drive) or camping at the local airport or calling the FBI.
This woman was 70! She could be taken advantage of (but I would pity that person!).
Finally at 8 p.m., my fourth trip to the airport, my mother and Joyce get off a plane from O’Hare, giggling and laughing and having a great time. I am beyond angry! No phone call! Did they not have phones at O’Hare????
So I asked my mother if she heard her name paged on the speakers. She said she thought she did but Joyce told her that was silly. No one would page her so she didn’t answer the page.
I wanted to kill Joyce.
The pineapples were wonderful soaked in
a little a lot of rum!