Ruby Evelyn (MaMo)

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Today my poem is about Pam’s Mom Ruby Evelyn that we all called MaMo.

 

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Ruby Evelyn (MaMo)

 

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Ruby Evelyn was a grandma and she was a real fine lady,
Pam called her Mom and she was MaMo to our babies,
She lived in the town of Borger on a street called Grand.
To us, she was surely the finest home cook in the land.

 

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We often had Thanksgiving dinner she fixed with loving care.
There was golden roast turkey and oyster dressing if you dare,
With giblet gravy, green beans and all kinds of delicious pies.
Pumpkin, apple , pecan, and meringue, they all had to be tried.

 

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MaMo was undoubtably one of the best cooks around.
There was a candy called “Fours” that added the pounds
Because it was so rich and tasted like heaven above,
She said it was a candy made with a touch of her love.

 

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I used to tease MaMo, but she usually took it quite good.
MaMo said she used to dance on the honky tonk hardwood.
I asked her if she ever went out on the town in this region
And she told me she caught PoPo at the American Legion.

 

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We took MaMo out honky tonkin at Kansas one time.
She said the liked the country songs they played fine.
A little old man there kept asking her for a dance,
But she told him each time she was just too old to prance.

 

 

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One thing I remember is that MaMo could not smell a thing.
I would ease out a silent one that would make my nose sting,
And she would never even flinch or say a word,
I wondered if she could even smell a fresh dog turd.

 

 

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MaMo grew a beautiful flower garden every single year.
She had a green thumb and grew anything she got near.
Her flowers were some real natural beauties for sure,
That lit up her yard and made a great honey bee lure.

 

 

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One time we all went to the Amarillo shopping mall,
I was watching MaMo walk and she had a perfect waddle.
I said MaMo did you know you waddle when you walk?
She just said ” wait until you’re 80 and then you can talk”.

 

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MaMo loved to play dominos and sometimes “Forty Two”.
She was actually quite good but she just hated to lose.
When she made a play that made her a very large score,
She would be the happiest person there on the floor.

 

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MaMo was one of a kind, that we all surely know.
And everyone that knew her, respected and loved her so.
She always took my teasing with a great big smile,
Thinking of ways to come back at me all the while.

 

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By Bill

 

 

Thanksgiving at MaMo’s house in 1988. L-R. MaMo, Kristi, Tamara, Aunt Opal. MaMo always got to eat last because she did all the work. Thanks for the great meal MaMo.

 

 

MaMo’s beautiful flower garden at her home in Borger, Texas. L-R.  Darena, MaMo, Leo (her dog)’ and Bill. That green thumb was busy that year.

 

 

MaMo getting ready to bring in the new year at our house on New Years Eve in 1998. Looks like she was having fun.

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Thanks for reading Ruby Evelyn (MaMo),

Bill