Happy Birthday Fafa

Fafa and Lahikmajoe

I’ve written plenty here about people who’re no longer with us. Luckily, this isn’t going to be one of those blogposts. This is the opposite. Someone who’s very much still with us.

Martha. Mom. Oma. Church Lady.

She’s been called many things…her brother couldn’t say Martha when he was little, so he called her Fafa. That might be my favourite one of her names. She really is a Fafa, after all.

What’s the occasion? Six months till Christmas? Well, yes. It is that.

On 25 June

In 253, Pope Cornelius was  beheaded at Centumcellae.  Is that what I’m all worked up about? Far from it. I never much cared for Pope Cornelius.

In 1530, at the Diet of Augsburg, the Augsburg Confession was presented to the Holy Roman Emperor by the Lutheran princes and the Electors of Germany. Could that be it? If you could see my figure, you’d immediately know I’m not much for diets…Diet of Augsburg or otherwise.

In 1910, the Mann Act was passed by the United States Congress, which prohibited interstate transport of females for “immoral purposes.” As Wikipedia tells us, ‘The ambiguous language would be used to selectively prosecute people for years to come.‘ I like this one. This makes me want to transport a female over state lines for immoral purposes. I think that’s what my father did with my mother all those years ago…the origin Lahikmajoe. Immoral purposes, indeed. But that’s not why I’m commemorating the 25th of June. Not by a long shot.

George Orwell was born on 25 June in 1903, and in addition to the death of  above-mentioned Pope Cornelius, there was that singer who died several years ago on this day.

None of that is as important as my reason for making such a big deal about this day.

It’s Fafa’s birthday. That lady I was talking about above. She’s been bewildered and confused at this blog when she’s come here.

It’s weird,’ she tole me once. That’s when I knew I was on to something. I could almost hear her saying:

Why do you talk about such things? Normal people blog about what they ate for breakfast. You’ve always been a bit off.

But that’s not what she said. She made mention of being proud and pleased that I was doing things in my life that I really loved. All those things that sound a certain way when you read about someone else saying them, but they mean so much more when it’s your mother saying them to you.

Thanks Fafa. You were a seasoned and wise lady long before your time.

great smile, eh?

8 thoughts on “Happy Birthday Fafa

  1. You failed to mention one of her most valuable talents. She knows no stranger and is fully convinced that everyone has a place and reason to be in this world. Even if she does love wiener dogs….Charlies sends you a big lick. We celebrated well a few weeks ago and got a great photo of us on her new “toy”.

    Like

  2. Pingback: Another chapter in the book of Fafa | lahikmajoe

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s